Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains - Fuck cops

And ^Geverything's ^Dgot me ^Emdown ^C But ^Gsometimes the ^Dthumb just ^Emisn't ^Cenough To ^Gget the fuck ^Dout of this ^Emtown ^{C Em}Well he travels so ^Che won't find a ^Gway to dest^Droy himself ^EmAnd I guess I ^Ctravel looking ^Gfor the perfect ^Dmethod to do so ^EmBut there comes a ^Cday where there's nothing^G left for you^D here ^EmWherever ^Chere may ^Gbe, And that's the ^Dday when ^Emit's ^Ctime to ^Ggo ^{D C}

^GSo he walks to the ^Don-ramp, and it ^Emseemed like we were ^Cin it together And just ^Gmaybe if things ^Dwent right, it could s^Emtay that w^Cay forever But ^Emwhen it comes down to ^Cit, I'm still the ^Gonly one sleeping ^Dalone! ^EmGuess I should have known ^Cbetter than to ^Gthink I wasn't on my ^Down But ^EmI'll never make that ^Csame mistake ^Gagain! ^D

And ^GI don't know the ^Danswer, but I ^Cknow that you don't ^Dhave it ^GI don't know what ^DI want, but I ^Cknow what I don't you ^Dbastard ^GI don't know what's ^Dright, I j^Cust know that you're ^Dwrong ^GI don't know where ^Dhome is, but I ^Cknow I^D'm not t^Ghere now ^{D C D}

^EmNow is ^Cno time to be ^Gsober! Pass more ^DKing Cobra ^EmUntil I'm falling ^Cover! ^GUntil I'm falling ^Dover ^GIt's Saturday ^Dafter^Emnoon ^C And ^Gmalt li^Dquor is ^Emin the ^Cmug And ^Gif you had ^Dasked me ^Emthen I ^Cwould have ^Gslurred Well ^Dmaybe I'm a ^Emlittle bit ^Cdrunk ^EmBut it's ^Calright. The ^Gcops don't come ^Dout til night ^EmAnd I'll get ^Cthrough this, I'll ^Gvomit up ^Dthe dope sickness The ^Emalcohol poisoning will ^Cpass eventu^Gally And ^EmI'll survive ^Cagain unfortunate^Gly

When I dream of the ^Emfuture I ^Csee, an arm full of^G holes empty ^Dpockets and a bleeding nose

^EmHacking up a ^Clung filled with blood and ^Gtar on a sidewalk next ^Dto my spangeing jar ^{Em C} Next to my ^Gspangeing ^Djar

^GWhen I dream of the ^Dfuture I ^Emsee, a house fallen ^Cin on itself ^GWhen I dream of the ^Dfuture I ^Emsee, shots of whiskey and ^Cfailing health ^GWhen I dream of the ^Dfuture I ^Emsee, smoking crack watching ^Cten year olds buy it ^GWhen I dream of the ^Dfuture I ^Emsee, a place with someone to ^Cwanna die with

And ^GI don't know the ^Danswer, but I ^Cknow that you don't ^Dhave it ^GI don't know what ^DI want, but I ^Cknow what I don't you ^Dbastard ^GI don't know what's ^Dright, I j^Cust know that you're ^Dwrong ^GI don't know where ^Dhome is, but I ^Cknow I^D'm not t^Ghere now ^{D C D}