B
Well they fly past the ghettos and the factories
Ridin' on the Gravy Train
Leaving all the places that they really ought to brave
Ridin' on the Gravy Train
E F#
Past the coal mines black and scarred
E F#
Starter houses in the loading yard
G#m F#
On the Gravy Train, On the Gravy Train
B
There's the lucky little mothers in their luxury cars
Ridin' on the Gravy Train
Never thank each other or their lucky stars
Ridin' on the Gravy Train
E F#
That's worse than ingratitude
E F#
Worse than a p**s poor attitude
G#m F#
On the Gravy Train, Gravy Train
B
Well the hanger-uppers and the hangers-on
Ridin' on the Gravy Train
Champagne suppers with their daggers all drawn
Ridin' on the Gravy Train
E F#
Some act tough, some act rude
E F#
Some bit of fluff complain about the food
B G#m
You wanna see somebody getting really rude
E
Get on the Gravy Train, Gravy Train
B
Well the golden goose is clattering-a-down the track,
E
And they're gonna be ridin' in an old caboose
C# F#
Coming back
Solo: C#
There's the soldiers of fashion on the hit parade
Ridin' on the Gravy Train
Tongue lashing with the b**ch brigade
Ridin' on the Gravy Train
Free loader licks my boots
Tells me how he digs my suit
You got lucky son, don't get cute
Get on the Gravy Train
