Biografia:
The Rail Yard Ghosts are currently comprised of Ms. RabbitTail Abigail and Mr. Riley Coyote, who hope to expand and include other friends of the road in this band. They are a folk punk band based in Minnesota but are by default a nomadic tribe of screaming transients. Instrumentation includes RabbitTail on the fiddle, and Riley on the gitt-fiddle, though they are both versed in many others which you can hear on their upcoming LP. They have released
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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!
[Verse]
C E7
I been wanderin’ early, been wanderin’ late
A7 Dm G
From New York City to that Golden Gate
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
My grandpa worked the railroad, his brother was a bum
A7 Dm G
And it ain’t that hard to smell, (sniff, sniff) which one I’ve become
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
I see you Mr. Engineer, yer loco’s painted black
A7 Dm G
And I’m gettin’ on that train the next time it doubles back (woot! woot!)
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
Been workin’ on the railroad, been workin’ on the farm
A7 Dm G
All I got to show is this (tattoo/muscle) on my arm
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
They say there’s fish in the ocean, monster in the sea
A7 Dm G
An’ that blonde-haired woman made a monkey outta me (again!)
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
They say there’s a land deep of fire, a land up in the sky
A7 Dm G
But (brother/sister) you’ll be searchin’, until the day you die
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
I was blessed by Jesus, I shook the devil’s hand
A7 Dm G
I been cursed to wander in the gypsy folk punk street band
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
I’ve ridden the Overland route, seen the whole West Coast
A7 Dm G
I been to the Dirty South, ain’t nowhere left to go (but space!)
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
I been drinkin’ in the train yard with a big ol’ box o’ wine
A7 Dm G
I been drinkin’ in the alley with my Colt ’45
C E7
And it looks like we’re just a little bit too drunk
Am Dm G
To go wa-annderin’
2, 3, 4! (/double time)
G
[Verse]
C E7
I been wanderin’ early, been wanderin’ late
A7 Dm G
From New York City to that Golden Gate
C E7 Am Dm C7
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
C E7
I been wanderin’ early, been wanderin’ late
A7 Dm G
From New York City to that Golden Gate
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
My grandpa worked the railroad, his brother was a bum
A7 Dm G
And it ain’t that hard to smell, (sniff, sniff) which one I’ve become
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
I see you Mr. Engineer, yer loco’s painted black
A7 Dm G
And I’m gettin’ on that train the next time it doubles back (woot! woot!)
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
Been workin’ on the railroad, been workin’ on the farm
A7 Dm G
All I got to show is this (tattoo/muscle) on my arm
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
They say there’s fish in the ocean, monster in the sea
A7 Dm G
An’ that blonde-haired woman made a monkey outta me (again!)
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
They say there’s a land deep of fire, a land up in the sky
A7 Dm G
But (brother/sister) you’ll be searchin’, until the day you die
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
I was blessed by Jesus, I shook the devil’s hand
A7 Dm G
I been cursed to wander in the gypsy folk punk street band
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
I’ve ridden the Overland route, seen the whole West Coast
A7 Dm G
I been to the Dirty South, ain’t nowhere left to go (but space!)
C E7 Am Dm G
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
[Verse]
C E7
I been drinkin’ in the train yard with a big ol’ box o’ wine
A7 Dm G
I been drinkin’ in the alley with my Colt ’45
C E7
And it looks like we’re just a little bit too drunk
Am Dm G
To go wa-annderin’
2, 3, 4! (/double time)
G
[Verse]
C E7
I been wanderin’ early, been wanderin’ late
A7 Dm G
From New York City to that Golden Gate
C E7 Am Dm C7
Looks like I an’t never gonna cease, my waaaanderin’
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