Biografía:
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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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[INTRO] E A E A E A E A
E A
This one's for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks
B
by a trip to rehab.
E A B
I'll miss railing pills with you in the park.
E A
This one's for every friend who decided not to drop out
B
and stay at their mom's house.
E A B
I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark.
E B G#m A
Because tonight I'm cryin' about the crack house that got torn down
E B G#m A
in the center of town.
E B G#m A
And tonight I'm laughin' about the army recruitment
E B G#m A
station lying vacant.
E B
Here's to the rubble. A brick through every window,
C#m A
a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's heroes.
E B C#m
Here's to our lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because
A
freedom doesn't have a purpose.
E A E A E A E A
E A B
This one's for every arsonist that got locked down before they burnt the
cities down.
E A B
I'll miss seeing the sky scrapers on fire!
E A
This one's for every friend who got taken off the streets so the upper class
B E
could sleep. So the upper class could sleep. I'll miss the spray-paint and
A B
slashed tires.
E B G#m A E
Because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner
B G#m A
on the shortness of your breath.
E B G#m A E B
And tonight I can't taste the whiskey from across the room
G#m A
in the stumbling of your steps.
E B C#m
Here's to the rubble. A brick through every window, a casket buried six feet
A E
deep for everybody's heroes.
B C#m
Here's to out lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because
A
freedom doesn't have a purpose!
E A E A E A E A
(watch out for the different G#m and C#m)
E A
This one's for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks
B
by a trip to rehab.
E A B
I'll miss railing pills with you in the park.
E A
This one's for every friend who decided not to drop out
B
and stay at their mom's house.
E A B
I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark.
E B G#m A
Because tonight I'm cryin' about the crack house that got torn down
E B G#m A
in the center of town.
E B G#m A
And tonight I'm laughin' about the army recruitment
E B G#m A
station lying vacant.
E B
Here's to the rubble. A brick through every window,
C#m A
a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's heroes.
E B C#m
Here's to our lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because
A
freedom doesn't have a purpose.
E A E A E A E A
E A B
This one's for every arsonist that got locked down before they burnt the
cities down.
E A B
I'll miss seeing the sky scrapers on fire!
E A
This one's for every friend who got taken off the streets so the upper class
B E
could sleep. So the upper class could sleep. I'll miss the spray-paint and
A B
slashed tires.
E B G#m A E
Because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner
B G#m A
on the shortness of your breath.
E B G#m A E B
And tonight I can't taste the whiskey from across the room
G#m A
in the stumbling of your steps.
E B C#m
Here's to the rubble. A brick through every window, a casket buried six feet
A E
deep for everybody's heroes.
B C#m
Here's to out lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because
A
freedom doesn't have a purpose!
E A E A E A E A
(watch out for the different G#m and C#m)
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