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 
  
Solo: 
B 

C# 

B 

A (untill fade out)