Biografia:
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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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
F* -(mutted and repeat 4 times)
Em C G
I was a loner until there were no friends left
Em C G
And before someone offered me drugs
G
You know I was straight edge
Em C G
And everyone quits til you offer them a cigarette
Em
Before we learn our lesson
C G
Lets see how bad things can get
F* F C
And I'll drink myself to death
F* F C
Or at least I'll drink myself to sleep
F* F C
Chain smoke my way through the gaps in between
F C F C
My aspirations and my apathy
Em C G
As we drive past the last exit to home I am waving goodbye
Em C
And I might be sleeping in the ditch tonight
F G C
But it's alright cause whiskey is my kind of lullaby
Em C G
I was sober all morning til I woke up this afternoon
Em C G
And before someone offered me a job you know I was gonna get one soon
Em C G
And everyone in this town sleeps til the calendar collides with June
Em C G
Before the booze wears off let's take another shot or two
F* F C
And I'll drink myself to death
F* F C
Or at least I'll drink myself to sleep
F* F C
Chain smoke my way through the gaps in between
F C F C
My aspirations and my apathy
Em C G
As we drive past the last exit to home I am waving goodbye
Em C
And I might be sleeping in the ditch tonight
F G C
But it's alright cause whiskey is my kind of lullaby
Em C G
I was a loner until there were no friends left
Em C G
And before someone offered me drugs
G
You know I was straight edge
Em C G
And everyone quits til you offer them a cigarette
Em
Before we learn our lesson
C G
Lets see how bad things can get
F* F C
And I'll drink myself to death
F* F C
Or at least I'll drink myself to sleep
F* F C
Chain smoke my way through the gaps in between
F C F C
My aspirations and my apathy
Em C G
As we drive past the last exit to home I am waving goodbye
Em C
And I might be sleeping in the ditch tonight
F G C
But it's alright cause whiskey is my kind of lullaby
Em C G
I was sober all morning til I woke up this afternoon
Em C G
And before someone offered me a job you know I was gonna get one soon
Em C G
And everyone in this town sleeps til the calendar collides with June
Em C G
Before the booze wears off let's take another shot or two
F* F C
And I'll drink myself to death
F* F C
Or at least I'll drink myself to sleep
F* F C
Chain smoke my way through the gaps in between
F C F C
My aspirations and my apathy
Em C G
As we drive past the last exit to home I am waving goodbye
Em C
And I might be sleeping in the ditch tonight
F G C
But it's alright cause whiskey is my kind of lullaby
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