Biography:
Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains were a nihilistic folk-punk band from southern Vermont. They didn't hop freight trains. They did like to drink forties by the train tracks where the police wouldn't bother them. Most shows were a solo acoustic performance, but the full band at various times included Flash-C (trumpet), Ian Skumfuck (washtub bass), Jeff-face (harmonica), Roman (bicycle), Michael Jordan (drums), & Wyatt (harmonica).
The last show was in 2007.
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Other songs:
- New Mexico Song
- Acid Song
- Below Good And Evil
- Church Hymn For The Condemned
- Diy Orgasms
- Free As The Rent We Dont Pay
- Fuck Cops
- Harmony Parking Lot
- Homebum Song
- I Want Cancer For Christmas
- No Trespassing Waltz
- Not My Revolution Oi Oi Oi
- Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand Open On A Broken Bottle
- Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut Open My Hand On A Broken Bottle
- Put Arsenic In The Frosting Next Time
- Sellout Song Johnny Hobo Is Dead
- Skaggy
- Spray Paint And Alleyways
- Tampa Bay Song
- The Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand On A Bottle
- Untitled
- Urine Speaks Louder Than Words
- Where Is My Coffee
- Whiskey Is My Kind Of Lullaby
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Intro: x2
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then
G D Em C
Verse
G D Em C
And everything's got me down
G D Em C
But sometimes the thumb just isn't enough
G D Em C
To get the fuck out of this town
Em C G D
Well he travels so he won't find a way to destroy himself
Em C G D
And I guess I travel looking for the perfect method to do so
Em C G D
But there comes a day where there's nothing left for you here
Em C G
Wherever here may be,
D Em C G D C
And that's the day when it's time to go
G D Em C
So he walks to the on-ramp, and it seemed like we were in it together
G D Em C
And just maybe if things went right, it could stay that way forever
Em C G D
But when it comes down to it, I'm still the only one sleeping alone!
Em C G D
Guess I should have known better than to think I wasn't on my own
Em C G D
But I'll never make that same mistake again!
C D
G D C D
And I don't know the answer, but I know that you don't have it
G D C D
I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't you bastard
G D C D
I don't know what's right, I just know that you're wrong
G D C D G D C D
I don't know where home is, but I know I'm not there now
Intro x2
Em C G D
Now is no time to be sober! Pass more King Cobra
Em C G D
Until I'm falling over! Until I'm falling over
G D Em C
It's Saturday afternoon
G D Em C
And malt liquor is in the mug
G D Em C G
And if you had asked me then I would have slurred
D Em C
Well maybe I'm a little bit drunk
Em C G D
But it's alright. The cops don't come out til night
Em C G D
And I'll get through this, I'll vomit up the dope sickness
Em C G
The alcohol poisoning will pass eventually
Em C G
And I'll survive again unfortunately
Em C G
When I dream of the future I see, an arm full of holes
D
empty pockets and a bleeding nose
Em C G D
Em C G
Hacking up a lung filled with blood and tar on a sidewalk
D Em C
next to my spangeing jar
G D
Next to my spangeing jar
G D Em C
When I dream of the future I see, a house fallen in on itself
G D Em C
When I dream of the future I see, shots of whiskey and failing health
G D Em C
When I dream of the future I see, smoking crack watching ten year olds buy it
G D Em C
When I dream of the future I see, a place with someone to wanna die with
G D C D
And I don't know the answer, but I know that you don't have it
G D C D
I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't you bastard
G D C D
I don't know what's right, I just know that you're wrong
G D C D G D C D
I don't know where home is, but I know I'm not there now
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then
G D Em C
Verse
G D Em C
And everything's got me down
G D Em C
But sometimes the thumb just isn't enough
G D Em C
To get the fuck out of this town
Em C G D
Well he travels so he won't find a way to destroy himself
Em C G D
And I guess I travel looking for the perfect method to do so
Em C G D
But there comes a day where there's nothing left for you here
Em C G
Wherever here may be,
D Em C G D C
And that's the day when it's time to go
G D Em C
So he walks to the on-ramp, and it seemed like we were in it together
G D Em C
And just maybe if things went right, it could stay that way forever
Em C G D
But when it comes down to it, I'm still the only one sleeping alone!
Em C G D
Guess I should have known better than to think I wasn't on my own
Em C G D
But I'll never make that same mistake again!
C D
G D C D
And I don't know the answer, but I know that you don't have it
G D C D
I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't you bastard
G D C D
I don't know what's right, I just know that you're wrong
G D C D G D C D
I don't know where home is, but I know I'm not there now
Intro x2
Em C G D
Now is no time to be sober! Pass more King Cobra
Em C G D
Until I'm falling over! Until I'm falling over
G D Em C
It's Saturday afternoon
G D Em C
And malt liquor is in the mug
G D Em C G
And if you had asked me then I would have slurred
D Em C
Well maybe I'm a little bit drunk
Em C G D
But it's alright. The cops don't come out til night
Em C G D
And I'll get through this, I'll vomit up the dope sickness
Em C G
The alcohol poisoning will pass eventually
Em C G
And I'll survive again unfortunately
Em C G
When I dream of the future I see, an arm full of holes
D
empty pockets and a bleeding nose
Em C G D
Em C G
Hacking up a lung filled with blood and tar on a sidewalk
D Em C
next to my spangeing jar
G D
Next to my spangeing jar
G D Em C
When I dream of the future I see, a house fallen in on itself
G D Em C
When I dream of the future I see, shots of whiskey and failing health
G D Em C
When I dream of the future I see, smoking crack watching ten year olds buy it
G D Em C
When I dream of the future I see, a place with someone to wanna die with
G D C D
And I don't know the answer, but I know that you don't have it
G D C D
I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't you bastard
G D C D
I don't know what's right, I just know that you're wrong
G D C D G D C D
I don't know where home is, but I know I'm not there now
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Johnny Mathis
Johnny Nash
Johnny Paycheck
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