Standard tuning, no capo 

Eb5               B5                 
  I was a brakeman, the sharpest of all them
Bb5                          Eb5
  Hoping to be there and it good
Eb5               B5       
  I was a bum rush, and pardon the self lust
Bb5                      Eb5
  It wasn?t always understood
Eb5              B5                      Bb5                         Eb5 
  I was a combing I comb every shoreline, I wanted to damage just a few


F#5                           C#5
  Hoping our timing won?t be swift enough
                        B5                            Eb5
  And they?ll carry us away. And they?ll carry us away


Eb5               B5                
  I was a cold one, colder than ever,
Bb5                                 Eb5
  Did you feel the chill I left on you
Eb5                          B5                       
  Now back on the brake lines and steeper than I climb
Bb5                               Eb5    
  Well if there?s one well it be you

C#5           B5               F#5                  Eb5
  Take your rind, take your fall and laying your trap for me
C#5          B5              F#5                 Eb5
  Take this wig up off my head it did what it had to do
C#5         B5                 F#5                  Eb5
  It runs back, straight and true and leaving no more