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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Intro:
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Verse:
Em C G D
I say I've got nothing to live for like
Em Em C G D
there's someone who does
Em C G D
I say I feel so betrayed like there's
Em Em C G D
someone that's safe to trust
C G D
And I'm not for inaction, but I am for despair.
Em C G D
C G D
May this resignation lead us to battle
Em C
against forces we know will destroy us
G D
before they really know we're there.
Em C
G D
Em G D C
I'm fighting for something between apocalypse and liberation.
Em G D C
I'm struggling for something between apathy and desperation.
Em C G D
And just because I'm an anarchist doesn't mean that I won't burn a black flag
Em C G D
while you're wishing for utopia, I just hope the cops don't search my paper bag.
Chorus:
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em C G D
You look out over the on-ramp and
Em Em C G D
all you can do is sigh.
Em C G D
I can see that the interstate and the litter
Em Em C G D
make you wanna die.
C G D Em C G D
But the way that the morning sun hits the gasoline rising over concrete;
C G D
well it just seems so beautiful to me. Yeah!
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em G D C
You're fighting for a globe covered again in fields and forests.
Em G D C
I'm thinking of a world without bricks and it just seems so boring.
Em C G D
But keep your thumb out and we'll make Burlington by 7:30.
Em C G D
You wish the world was clean but I'm in love with the way it's dirty.
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em C G D
He listens to a traffic report
Em Em C G D
about the jam on the way to the city.
Em C G D
And it's only a couple of exits
Em Em C G D C
but it seems like a million miles to Philly.
G D
But I know that we'll make it
Em C G D
to the punk house somehow.
C G D
And I know when we walk in the door
Em C G D
it will be about
Em G D C
who can talk feminism the best to get into girls pants,
Em G D C
and who can quote Emma Goldman the most without having to dance.
Em C G D
And singing those stupid protest songs.
Em C G D
He says that music can change the world, but with lyrics like that, I'm so glad hes wrong.
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
End on E.
Intro:
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Verse:
Em C G D
I say I've got nothing to live for like
Em Em C G D
there's someone who does
Em C G D
I say I feel so betrayed like there's
Em Em C G D
someone that's safe to trust
C G D
And I'm not for inaction, but I am for despair.
Em C G D
C G D
May this resignation lead us to battle
Em C
against forces we know will destroy us
G D
before they really know we're there.
Em C
G D
Em G D C
I'm fighting for something between apocalypse and liberation.
Em G D C
I'm struggling for something between apathy and desperation.
Em C G D
And just because I'm an anarchist doesn't mean that I won't burn a black flag
Em C G D
while you're wishing for utopia, I just hope the cops don't search my paper bag.
Chorus:
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em C G D
You look out over the on-ramp and
Em Em C G D
all you can do is sigh.
Em C G D
I can see that the interstate and the litter
Em Em C G D
make you wanna die.
C G D Em C G D
But the way that the morning sun hits the gasoline rising over concrete;
C G D
well it just seems so beautiful to me. Yeah!
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em G D C
You're fighting for a globe covered again in fields and forests.
Em G D C
I'm thinking of a world without bricks and it just seems so boring.
Em C G D
But keep your thumb out and we'll make Burlington by 7:30.
Em C G D
You wish the world was clean but I'm in love with the way it's dirty.
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em C G D
He listens to a traffic report
Em Em C G D
about the jam on the way to the city.
Em C G D
And it's only a couple of exits
Em Em C G D C
but it seems like a million miles to Philly.
G D
But I know that we'll make it
Em C G D
to the punk house somehow.
C G D
And I know when we walk in the door
Em C G D
it will be about
Em G D C
who can talk feminism the best to get into girls pants,
Em G D C
and who can quote Emma Goldman the most without having to dance.
Em C G D
And singing those stupid protest songs.
Em C G D
He says that music can change the world, but with lyrics like that, I'm so glad hes wrong.
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
End on E.
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