Goodbye To Oakland

D5 i got two dollars and fifty-one cents B5 eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens G5 a beat up copy of Cannery Row A5 five hundred miles left to go 2x D5 A5 G5 (pm) G5A5 everywhere i go i'm looking down D5 A5 B5 G5 watching my old tennis shoes as their wearing out D5 A5 G5 (pm) G5A5 walking off these homesick blues D5 A5 B5 G5 i may be drunk and lost, but I'm not confused and D5 A5 i know where this train is slowly going E5 G5 north to K-falls, then on to Portland D5 A5 i know i'm fucked up. it's stupid hoping E5 G5 A5 you'll answer phone calls. Goodbye to Oakland