G

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
               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

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
                   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

[Verse]
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

[Instrumental]
A    D    C    G

[Chorus]
               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

[Outro]
 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