Chords for Spud Bugs - A Place We Could Call Home (Train Song)

_ _ _ Give me that!
Got any food on ya?
Hey, what's your story?
Uh, I've been looking for my family.
Hey fellas, he's looking for his family.
He's looking for his family! _ _
I stopped that a long time ago.
At least you know who they are.
Yeah!
Why are you looking for them?
They should be looking for you.
They don't care, forget them. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ They don't [N] care, and if they did, they [A] wouldn't have found me.
Well, they don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I'd never see them again.
Yeah, you're nothing, you're junk, you're trash. _
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Sitting by the tracks outside of the yard, I [B] hear that whistle blowing,
the train's chugging [C] hard, by the time it gets to us, [F] it's going too [G] fast to hop. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Underneath the bridge in Nashville, Tennessee, when [B] _
finally the train stops just for me,
[C] but not before [F] we're getting _ hassled by [G] the cops. _ _ _ _ _ _
So it's back out on the [B] road, _ same [B] stories are always [C] told, _ _ _
[F] to me it [G] don't get old. _
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_ And the streets don't have to [B] burn,
cause I love when I get somewhere to sleep,
[C] cause I refuse to sell myself, [F] _ shorter than [G] I'm worth. _
_ _ _ So I wake up in the morning, with my baby down [B] upon my dirty face,
and I lie on the ground, [C] packed up my gear, [F] and it's not a full _ [G] day's work. _
_ _ _ So it's back out _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ on _ _ _ [C] the road, _ _ [F] to me it [G] don't get old.
I'm _ _ _ _ _ whining about being _ [B] alone, _ _ _
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[F] to me it [G] don't get old. _
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_ _ _ Spending most of my time in street corners and on grass,
[B] while I've been surfing through the city for a place to camp.
[C] I'm stuck in the face [F] of some stranger and my [G] dollars, _ _
_ _ _ and a couple of dollars isn't paying for what should be free,
[B] like food, transportation, and [Eb] property.
[C] So I'm diving for accepted [F] wages from some lazy shareholder.
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_ _ _ So it's back out on the road, [B] _ _ _ _
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[F] to me it [G] don't get old. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm whining about being alone, _ [B] _ to _ _ _ _ [C] me _ _ _
[F] _ it don't [G] get old. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ I'm whining about being alone, to me it don't get old.
Search for something more the older that I get,
[B] we can change the world even a little bit,
[C] but it's hard to make a change [F] when you're in it on [G] your own. _ _ _ _ _
_ In all the [F] country miles that we all could [B] walk,
in [G] all the fucking freight trains [Eb] we could [C] hop,
couldn't lead us to [Em] a place we could [G] call _ home.
_ We could call _ _ _ _ home.
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A [F] place we [G] could call home.
_ _ We could call _ _ home.
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[F] A place we could [G] call home.
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