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!
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Verse
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Chorus Thingie
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Sorry If it's a little inaccurate, just listen to the damned song for the strumming pattern,
here's the lyrics:
Well one of these days, you know I'm gonna get, my ass kicked.
And I'm not gonna try, and promise you that I'm not gonna deserve it.
Like your boyfriend, he's one of the worst house guests I think, that I've ever met.
And I hope on day, you'll wake up and you'll realize that you can't, put up with it.
Where ever I am not, that's always your next stop.
Just another day, alone in the rain. In an empty parking lot.
Well one of these days, I'll sit and give it all up.
And I'll say all you yuppies can have this fucking world, if you love it so much.
But the things, that we can't help but care about make up who we are.
And I, just can't believe that should mean their condos and their sports cars, well.
When it get's hard to breathe, sometimes I slip to apathy.
But I don't got any excuses not to learn what words like freedom and home mean.
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Verse
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Chorus Thingie
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Sorry If it's a little inaccurate, just listen to the damned song for the strumming pattern,
here's the lyrics:
Well one of these days, you know I'm gonna get, my ass kicked.
And I'm not gonna try, and promise you that I'm not gonna deserve it.
Like your boyfriend, he's one of the worst house guests I think, that I've ever met.
And I hope on day, you'll wake up and you'll realize that you can't, put up with it.
Where ever I am not, that's always your next stop.
Just another day, alone in the rain. In an empty parking lot.
Well one of these days, I'll sit and give it all up.
And I'll say all you yuppies can have this fucking world, if you love it so much.
But the things, that we can't help but care about make up who we are.
And I, just can't believe that should mean their condos and their sports cars, well.
When it get's hard to breathe, sometimes I slip to apathy.
But I don't got any excuses not to learn what words like freedom and home mean.
Johnny Marr
Johnny Mathis
Johnny Nash
Johnny Paycheck
Johnny Rebel