Am 
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted 
               Dm                               Am 
Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions 
         Am 
Are they lost or are they found 
          Am 
Have they counted the cost it'll take to bring down 
Dm                                                  Am 
All their earthly principles they're gonna have to abandon? 
              F                Dm                      Am    
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend 
 
  
        Am 
I had a woman down in Alabama 
          Dm                                  Am 
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic 
           Am 
She said, "Boy, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out 
          Dm                                 Am 
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic." 
              F                Dm                      Am    
And there's a slow, slow train comin', comin’ round the bend 
 
  
         Am 
All that foreign oil controlling American soil 
        Dm                                       Am 
Lookin’ round you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed 
                Am 
Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings 
  Dm                                            Am 
Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris 
              F                Dm                      Am   
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend 
 
  
 
Am 
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated 
             Dm                                                        Am 
They don't apply no more, you can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin' 
                   Am 
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave 
Dm                                                Am 
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan 
              F                Dm                      Am    
And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend 
 
  
               Am 
Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters 
Dm                                                    Am 
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition 
              Am 
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency 
          Dm                                                Am 
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion 
              F                          Dm                      Am    
And there's a slow, there’s a slow train comin' up around the bend 
 
  
                    Am 
People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting 
                Dm                                         Am 
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it 
                       Am 
They say lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions 
                  Dm                                                       Am 
They talk about a life of brotherly love, show me someone who knows how to live it 
          F                Dm                     Am    
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend 
 
  
                      Am 
Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin' boy she could destroy 
       Dm                                                       Am 
A real suicide case, but there was nothin' I could do to stop it 
                    Am 
I don't care about economy, I don't care about astronomy 
                 Dm                                          Am 
But it sure does bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets 
          F                Dm                     Am    
There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend