Johnny Manchild And The Poor Bastards - Renegades

Circumstance ^Ccalls me to daring new ^Dmlongings, ^DbThousands ^Bbof miles ^Faway Caged in the ^Copen, my ^Cmchoices seem ^Dmbroken, a ^Dbfreedom to ^Bbstand in my ^Fplace Gaining per^Cspective with ^Cmeach hidden me^Dmssage, re^Dbvealing the wo^Bbrds and the sh^Fapes By wheel or by ^Ctrack, I could ^Cmnever come ^Dmback and I'd ^Dbstill ask for ^Bbone more ^Fday

^DmGolden days of ^Arenegades when ^Cwe could up and ^Gfly away and ^Bblive amongst the ^Bbmdirt and ^Dmopen road At a lack of Kerouac, ^Aso ^Cpatty where's the ^Gaction at, we're ^Bbstuck with no ^Afire in the ^Dmcave Premature no ^Flessons learned, ^Cwe shove our hands i^Gnto the dirt, ^Bblooking for ^Bbmgold in hallowed ^Dmground Broken things and ^Afallen leaves, we ^Cbroke apart our ^Gfamilies ^Bblooking for a ^Bbmnew way ^Fhome

Believe what you ^Cwant to and do what you ^Dmcame to, ^DbI'll do ^Bbjust the ^Fsame Wandering ^Cwondering ^Cmhow we all ^Dmcame to be ^Bbso appre^Bbhensive of ^Ffate It's all gonna ^Embe alright, It's ^Ebgonna be ^Dmalright, we ^Dbdimall have our ^Bbplenty to ^Fsay So hear what you ^Cwant to but ^Cmjust know that ^Dmthose who scream ^Dblouder are ^Bblost in the ^Ffray

^DmGolden days of ^Arenegades when ^Cwe could up and ^Gfly away and ^Bblive amongst the ^Bbmdirt and ^Dmopen road At a lack of Kerouac s^Ao p^Catty where's the a^Gction at, we're s^Bbtuck with no f^Aire in the c^Dmave Premature no ^Flessons learned, ^Cwe shove our hands i^Gnto the dirt l^Bbooking for g^Bbmold in hallowed g^Dmround Broken things and ^Afallen leaves we^C broke apart our f^Gamilies, ^Bblooking for a ^Bbmnew way ^Fhome