Sweet Johanna

G G A Well I came up to the great big city when I was only seventeen D C G Got me a job in a big skyscraper helpin’ to keep the place clean A I tried to save all my money to bring you here one day D C G The neon lights burned holes in my pockets and the money just slipped away C7 Now my sweet Johanna G I’m hitchin’ on back down to Louisiana back where I started C7 G And I’m older than the day I went away C7 Oh my sweet Johanna G I’m comin’ on home to Louisiana back where I started D G Cause you might want to live in New York City anyway G A I wen’on down to the bar on the corner to have myself a beer D C G A sweet young voice said what about me I heard it in my ear A I had not heard a friendly word in seven months or more D C G So I had to defend my lady friend when someone called that slut a whore C7 Now now my sweet Johanna G I’m hitchin’ on back down to Louisiana back where I started C7 G And I’m older than the day I went away C7 Now my sweet Johanna G I’m a hitchin' a ride back to Louisiana just to tell ya D G That'a you might like to live in New York City anyway G A Well we all went out in the alley but I woke up all alone D C G An empty wallet an ache in my head an’no place to call home A D C G C7 Now my sweet Johanna G You know I'm hitchin’ a ride back to Louisiana just to tell ya C7 G That I’m older than the day I went away C7 Oh my sweet Johanna G I’m crawlin' on back home to Louisiana just to tell ya D G That'a you might want to live in New York City anyway C7 G Hitchin' on back to Louisiana back where I started C7 G And I’m older than the day I went away C7 Aw now my sweet Johanna G I’m comin' on back home to Louisiana just to tell ya D G That'a you might like to live in New York City anyway