Oliver The Fox

Rail Yard Ghosts

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[Intro]
Am E Am E
Am E Am E

[Verse 1]
     Am                                     E
Well I was a poor boy on the streets of New York
E                                 Am
I was a poor girl sleepin' on the docks
   Am                           E
An I wore clothes I stitched my self
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Da da da da da

[Interlude]
Am E Am E

[Verse 2]
    Am                             E
And I was a poor boy down in New Orleans
E                                Am
Eating Po' Boy sandwiches on the street
Am                       E
I was a no good low down thief
E                       Am
I picked pockets on the street

[Chorus]
        Am
We were pickin' people's pockets

Underneath their own nose
      B               E
In my worn out ragged dumpster clothes
      Am
And I look like trash but I smell like smoke
      B            E           Am
And I run from the Police constable

[Interlude]
Am E Am E

[Verse 3]
     Am                                           E
Well runnin' in the night I caught the west bound train
E                   Am
Allegheny bound for rain
Am                            E
I hopped into a boxcar on the fly
      E                      Am
And I looked my lover in the eye

[Interlude]
Am E Am E
Am E Am E
Am E Am E
Am E Am E
Am E Am E
Am E F E

[Bridge]
Am     E            Am      E
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Am     E            Am      E
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Am     E            Am      E
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
        Am        E           F E
Well he ain't got nothin' on
Am     E            Am      E
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Am     E            Am      E
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Am     E            Am      E
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
        Am        E         Am
Well he ain't got nothin' on me

[Chorus]
Am
Pikin' people's pockets

Underneath their own nose
    B               E
In my worn out ragged dumpster clothes
      Am
And I look like trash but I smell like smoke
      B            E           Am
And I run from the Police constable