Am
E|1|-----------------0----|
B|2|-----------------1----|
G|3|-----------------2----|
D|4|-----------------2----|
A|5|-3--2--0------0--0----|
E|6|----------3------0----|

Am
Well, he sat down right in front of me, and I said
    C          G                 Am
It looks like you got a story to tell
    Am
He offered up a friendly smile
     C            G              Am                     
Said I'm just a ghost rider on this train
       F
So I pressed him just a little bit harder
  G                                Am
There's got to be more to it than that
          Am
He said, son I was there in '45
         C
When my mother was burned
        G                     Am
And my sister was shot in the back

         F             C 
It had started with a rumor
  G               Am
Then it happened fast

        F            C
We're shuffled into box cars
     G                  Am
And rolled on down the track
           F                C
There was nothing we could do
      G                Am
Just roll across the plains

F                 G
We were all just ghost riders
                     Am
Ghost riders on the train
         Am
When he turned to watch the fields roll by
         C            G                  
I saw a single tear
                  Am
Reflect off the glass
Am
And for a while he disappeared
      C             G
To a distant rainy night
              Am
Then he came right back
   F
I didn't know what to say or do

         G                                  Am
But he pressed on, there's more to it than that
        Am
I can still feel the cuts from the barbed-wire fence
           C             G
Taste the taste of fear
                           Am
And smell the smell of the rats

         F             C 
It had started with a rumor
 G                Am
Then it happened fast
        F            C
We're shuffled into box cars
     G                  Am
And rolled on down the track
           F                C
There was nothing we could do
      G                Am
Just roll across the plains
F                 G
We were all just ghost riders
                     Am
Ghost riders on the train

( C  G  F )
( F  C  G  F  Am )
( C  G  F )
( F  C  G  F  Am )

Am
When I stood with him outside the gates
      C                   G                                       
Some three hundred-fifty miles southeast of
    Am
Berlin
   Am
A wicked wind blew from the west
        C           G            Am
And a chill rippled up under my skin

     F
He closed his eyes and asked dear God

          G                             Am
What the hell was the sense of all of this
Am
Was it all part of your grand design
            C            G
Or just a speck in time
                    Am
Something that you missed

         F             C 
It had started with a rumor
 G                Am
Then it happened fast
       F            C
Were shuffled into box cars

     G                  Am
And rolled on down the track
           F                C
There was nothing we could do
      G               Am
Just roll across the plains
F                  G
We were all just ghost riders
                     Am
Ghost riders on the train
F                  G
We were all just ghost riders
                     Am
Ghost riders on the train

[Final] C  G  F
        F  C  G  F  Am 
        C  G  F  
        F  C  G  F  Am