A Place We Could Call Home

Intro G B7 C F G x4 [Verso 1] G sitting by the tracks outside of the yard B7 C F G i hear the whistle blowing the trains chuggin hard by the time it gets to us, it's going to fast to hop. G B7 Underneath the bridge in Nashville Tennessee when finally the train stops just for me, C F G but not before we get hassled by the cops. G So its back out on the road B7 C same stories are always told F N.C. to me it don't get old. (Switch To Second Pattern) G B7 C F G x2 G well I grew up in the backwoods, moved out into the streets B7 So not to burden those i love and i got somewhere to sleep C F G Because i refuse to sell myself, shorter than I'm worth. G So i wake up in the morning with the sun beating down B7 upon my dirty face as i lie on the ground C F G Pack up my gear and its time for a long days work G So it's back out on the road, B7 C same stories are always told F G To me it don't get old G While you're whining about being alone B7 C complaining about being cold F G to me it don't get old G B7 C F G x2 G Spending most my time on street corners and on ramps B7 I've been searching through the city for a place to camp C F G stuffing my face with some strangers leftovers G Cause there's no sense in paying for what should be free B7 Like food, transportation, and PROPERTY! C F G I'll die before accepting wages from some lazy share holders. G So it's back out on the road, B7 C same stories are always told F G To me it don't get old G While you're whining about being alone B7 C complaining about being cold F N.C. G (Back To Pattern 1 Here) to me it don't get old G B7 C F G x2 G Search for something more the older that i get B7 If we can change the world even a little bit C F G But its hard to make a change when you're in it on your own G And all the country miles that we all can walk! B7 and all the fucking freight trains we could hop! C F G (Back to Pattern 1) couldn't lead us to a place we could call home G B7 C we could call home F G A place we could call home G B7 C we could call home F G A place we could call home