~Abilene; John D. Loudermilk
/5
  G        B7
1  Abilene, Abilene,
  C                 G
   Prettiest town I ever seen.
  A7                 D7
   Folks there don't treat you mean
         G     (C)   G    (D7)
   In Abilene, my Abilene.
/3
2  I sit alone most every night,
   Watch the trains as they pull out of sight.
   Don't I wish they'd carry me back
   To Abilene, my Abilene.
/2
3  Old empty boxcar standing all alone,
   Wheels all rusted, it ain't no home.
   But it'll take me home
   To Abilene, my Abilene.
/2
4  Been to Chicago, 'Frisco, too.
   New York City just won't do.
   So I'll be headin' back
   To Abilene, my Abilene.
/2
5  Saw New York City in the drizzlin' rain.
   Headlights flickerin' on my window pane
   Made me so lonesome for
   Abilene, my Abilene.
/2
6  Crowded city, ain't nothing free,
   Nothin' in this town for me.
   So I'll be headin' home
   To Abilene, my Abilene.
