Brakeman

Ebm B I was a brakeman, the sharpest of all them Bb Ebm Hoping to be there and it good Ebm B I was a bum rush, and pardon the self lust Bb Ebm It wasn't always understood Ebm B Bb Ebm I was a combing I comb every shoreline, I wanted to damage just a few F# C# Hoping our timing won't be swift enough B Ebm And they'll carry us away. And they'll carry us away Ebm B I was a cold one, colder than ever, Bb Ebm Did you feel the chill I left on you Ebm B Now back on the brake lines and steeper than I climb Bb Ebm Well if there's one well it be you C# B F# Ebm Take your rind, take your fall and laying your trap for me C# B F# Ebm Take this wig up off my head it did what it had to do C# B F# Ebm It runs back, straight and true and leaving no more