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!
So i noticed the other tab that's basically correct had the chord names under the
lyrics, instead of on top of them which was really confusing. I fixed them to be
in standard tab format, and corrected a couple lyrics.
[Intro]
C G Am F
C G
As he lights an American spirit
Am F
He asks how I can smoke such shit
C G Am F
[Verse]
C G
I say there's nothing like chaining
Am F
G-P-C ciggarettes.
C G
Cuz any smokes will kill ya
Am F
But these will make you feel like it.
Am C
I sit back down,
G Dm
on the parking lot curb
Am C
And remember back to February
G Dm
The trip to Hartford
C G
And five minutes ago
Am F
He was passed out on the staircase
C G
Trying to make it to his appartment
Am F
but not making it all the way.
C G
And now he's driving us
Am F
100 miles an hour down the interstate
C G
Another beer in his hand
Am F
Swearin' we won't be late.
Am C
That was before everyone moved to New Mexico.
Am C
They all left a couple of months ago
Am C G Dm
Until the day my friend
Am C G Dm
When I sleep on the floor of your van again
Am C G Dm
I'll be waiting in this parking lot,
Am C G Am C
and in my dreams, I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free.
Dm Am C G Am
My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching to
C
many miles.
[Verse]
(Not really sure whats played here, I just play C G Am F twice over, which fits nicely)
Am C G Dm Am C G Dm
We aren't revolutionaries, but we are the revolution.
Am C G Dm
And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you
Am C G Dm
And maybe we'd all be better off if that was true
Am C G Dm
Cuz then we'd at least know where we stand
Am C G Dm
And we could tell our comrades apart from the man
C G
cuz if the world isn't that simple
Am F
Maybe this town is at least
C G Am F
And if I'm not marching with them for war I'm sure not marching with you for peace
C G Am F
Class traitor? What fucking ever!
C G Am F
I'm just another middle class kid, too.
C G Am F
But if I'm not good at changing, I'm good at self loathing
[Verse]
C G Am F
So I'll class hate myself with you.
Am C
May our only occupation be not having a job
Am C
And may the only cocktails that we make be molotov
Am C G Dm Am C G Dm
May that day be now, and for as many days after that as we know how
Am C G Dm
It starts in this parking lot,
Am C G Am
and in my dreams, I am dirty broke beautiful
C Dm Am C G
and free. My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after
Am C
hitching too many miles.
lyrics, instead of on top of them which was really confusing. I fixed them to be
in standard tab format, and corrected a couple lyrics.
[Intro]
C G Am F
C G
As he lights an American spirit
Am F
He asks how I can smoke such shit
C G Am F
[Verse]
C G
I say there's nothing like chaining
Am F
G-P-C ciggarettes.
C G
Cuz any smokes will kill ya
Am F
But these will make you feel like it.
Am C
I sit back down,
G Dm
on the parking lot curb
Am C
And remember back to February
G Dm
The trip to Hartford
C G
And five minutes ago
Am F
He was passed out on the staircase
C G
Trying to make it to his appartment
Am F
but not making it all the way.
C G
And now he's driving us
Am F
100 miles an hour down the interstate
C G
Another beer in his hand
Am F
Swearin' we won't be late.
Am C
That was before everyone moved to New Mexico.
Am C
They all left a couple of months ago
Am C G Dm
Until the day my friend
Am C G Dm
When I sleep on the floor of your van again
Am C G Dm
I'll be waiting in this parking lot,
Am C G Am C
and in my dreams, I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free.
Dm Am C G Am
My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching to
C
many miles.
[Verse]
(Not really sure whats played here, I just play C G Am F twice over, which fits nicely)
Am C G Dm Am C G Dm
We aren't revolutionaries, but we are the revolution.
Am C G Dm
And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you
Am C G Dm
And maybe we'd all be better off if that was true
Am C G Dm
Cuz then we'd at least know where we stand
Am C G Dm
And we could tell our comrades apart from the man
C G
cuz if the world isn't that simple
Am F
Maybe this town is at least
C G Am F
And if I'm not marching with them for war I'm sure not marching with you for peace
C G Am F
Class traitor? What fucking ever!
C G Am F
I'm just another middle class kid, too.
C G Am F
But if I'm not good at changing, I'm good at self loathing
[Verse]
C G Am F
So I'll class hate myself with you.
Am C
May our only occupation be not having a job
Am C
And may the only cocktails that we make be molotov
Am C G Dm Am C G Dm
May that day be now, and for as many days after that as we know how
Am C G Dm
It starts in this parking lot,
Am C G Am
and in my dreams, I am dirty broke beautiful
C Dm Am C G
and free. My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after
Am C
hitching too many miles.
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