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 piss 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 bitch 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
