Rail Yard Ghosts - Wanderin

I been w^Canderin’ early, been wa^E7nderin’ late From New^A7 York City to that Go^Dmlden Ga^Gte ^CLooks like I an’t n^E7ever gonna cease, ^Ammy w^Dmaaaand^Gerin’

My gr^Candpa worked the railroad, his br^E7other was a bum And it a^A7in’t that hard to smell, (sniff, sniff) ^Dmwhich one I’ve b^Gecome ^CLooks like I an’t n^E7ever gonna cease, ^Ammy w^Dmaaaand^Gerin’

I s^Cee you Mr. Engineer, yer lo^E7co’s painted black And I’m g^A7ettin’ on that train the next ti^Dmme it doubles b^Gack (woot! woot!) ^CLooks like I an’t n^E7ever gonna cease, ^Ammy w^Dmaaaand^Gerin’

Been wo^Crkin’ on the railroad, been w^E7orkin’ on the farm ^A7All I got to show is this (ta^Dmttoo/muscle) on my a^Grm ^CLooks like I an’t n^E7ever gonna cease, ^Ammy w^Dmaaaand^Gerin’

They s^Cay there’s fish in the ocean, mo^E7nster in the sea An’ that bl^A7onde-haired woman made a mo^Dmnkey outta me ^G(again!) ^CLooks like I an’t n^E7ever gonna cease, ^Ammy w^Dmaaaand^Gerin’

They s^Cay there’s a land deep of fire, a l^E7and up in the sky But (br^A7other/sister) you’ll be searchin’, ^Dmuntil the day you^G die ^CLooks like I an’t n^E7ever gonna cease, ^Ammy w^Dmaaaand^Gerin’

I was bl^Cessed by Jesus, I s^E7hook the devil’s hand I been c^A7ursed to wander in the g^Dmypsy folk punk str^Geet band ^CLooks like I an’t n^E7ever gonna cease, ^Ammy w^Dmaaaand^Gerin’

I’ve ri^Cdden the Overland route, se^E7en the whole West Coast I been ^A7to the Dirty South, ain’t now^Dmhere left to ^Ggo (but space!) ^CLooks like I an’t n^E7ever gonna cease, ^Ammy w^Dmaaaand^Gerin’

I been d^Crinkin’ in the train yard with a b^E7ig ol’ box o’ wine I been dr^A7inkin’ in the alley with^Dm my Colt ’^G45 And it l^Cooks like we’re just a lit^E7tle bit too drunk To g^Amo wa^Dm-ann^Gderin’

I been w^Canderin’ early, been wa^E7nderin’ late From New^A7 York City to that Go^Dmlden Ga^Gte ^CLooks like I an’t n^E7ever gonna cease, ^Ammy w^Dmaaaand^C7erin’