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)