Grand Central Station

Got my (G)work clothes on full (D)of sweat and dirt.

(A)All this holy dust upon my face and shirt.

Heading uptown now just (D)as the shifts are changing,

(F#m)to (G)Grand Central

(A)Station. I got my (G)lunch box,

got my hard hat in my hand.

(A)I ain't no (G)hero, mister, just a working man.

(A)And all these (G)voices keep on (D)asking me here to take them

(F#m7)to (G)Grand Central

(A)Station,

(G)Grand Central (A)(D)Station.

I want to (G)stand beneath the clock just one more (D)time.

Want to (G)wait upon the platform for the Hudson

Line. I guess you're never really all alone or (Bm)too far from the pull of home,

and the (G)stars (D)upon that (Em7)painted (D)dome still shine.

tion.

(D)And now Hercules is staring down at me.

(G)Next to him's

Minerva and (D)Mercury.

Well, I (G)nod to them and start my crawl,

(Bm)fliers cov'ring ev'ry wall, (G)faces (D)of the (Em7)missing (D)all I see.

(D)Tomorrow (G)I'll be back there (D)working on the pile,

(A)going in and coming (D)out single file.

(A)Before my (G)job is done, there's (D)one more trip I'm making:

(F#m)to (G)Grand Central

(A)Station,

(G)Grand Central (A)(Bm)Station,

(G)Grand Central (A)(Bm)Station,

(G)Grand Central (A)(D)Station.