Rail Yard Ghosts - Wanderin

      [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)
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[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’