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

All this ho ly dust up on my face and shirt.

Head ing up town now just (D)as the shifts are chang ing,

to (G)Grand

Cen tral Sta tion.

I got my (G)lunch box, got my hard hat in my hand.

I ain’t no (G)he ro, mis ter, just a work ing man.

And all these (G)voic es keep on (D)ask ing me here to take them

to (G)Grand

Cen tral Sta tion,

(G)Grand

Cen tral Sta

(D)tion.

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

Want to (G)wait up on the plat form for the Hud son Line.

I guess you’re (G)nev er real ly all a lone or too far from the pull of home, and the (G)stars up (D)on that paint ed (D)dome

still shine.

(D)tion.

And now Her cu les is star ing down at me.

(G)Next to him’s Mi ner va and (D)Mer cu ry.

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

fli ers cov ’ring ev ’ry wall, (G)fac es (D)of the (Em7)miss ing (D)all

I see.

To mor row (G)I’ll be back there (D)work ing on the pile,

go ing in and com ing (D)out sin gle file.

Be fore my (G)job is done, there’s (D)one more trip I’m mak ing:

to (G)Grand

Cen tral Sta tion,

(G)Grand

Cen tral Sta

(Bm)tion,

(G)Grand

Cen tral Sta

(Bm)tion,

(G)Grand

Cen tral Sta

(D)tion.