New Mexico Song chords by Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains

Chords with lyrics

So i noticed the other tab that's basically correct had the chord names under the
lyrics, instead of on top of them which was really confusing. I fixed them to be
in standard tab format, and corrected a couple lyrics.


Intro
FF

   G+G
As he lights an American spirit
 FF
He asks how I can smoke such shit


FF

 G+G
I say there's nothing like chaining
FF
C majorC ciggarettes.
  G+G
Cuz any smokes will kill ya
  FF
But these will make you feel like it.
C majorC
I sit back down,
   DmDm
on the parking lot curb
C majorC
And remember back to February
DmDm
The trip to Hartford
  G+G
And five minutes ago
   FF
He was passed out on the staircase
G+G
Trying to make it to his appartment
FF
but not making it all the way.
G+G
 And now he's driving us
  FF
100 miles an hour down the interstate
G+G
Another beer in his hand
FF
Swearin' we won't be late.
C majorC
That was before everyone moved to New Mexico.
C majorC
They all left a couple of months ago
DmDm
Until the day my friend
   DmDm
When I sleep on the floor of your van again
DmDm
I'll be waiting in this parking lot,
     C majorC
and in my dreams, I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free.
A minorAm
  My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching to
  C majorC
many miles.

Not really sure whats played here, I just play C majorC G+G A minorAm FF twice over, which fits nicely.

DmDm
We aren't revolutionaries,  but we are the revolution.
    DmDm
And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you
   DmDm
And maybe we'd all be better off if that was true
  DmDm
Cuz then we'd at least know where we stand
  DmDm
And we could tell our comrades apart from the man
  G+G
cuz if the world isn't that simple
FF
Maybe this town is at least
  FF
And if I'm not marching with them for war I'm sure not marching with you for

peace
FF
Class traitor? What fucking ever!
  FF
I'm just another middle class kid, too.
  FF
But if I'm not good at changing, I'm good at self loathing

  FF
So I'll class hate myself with you.
C majorC
May our only occupation be not having a job
C majorC
And may the only cocktails that we make be molotov
DmDm
May that day be now,   and for as many days after that as we know how
DmDm
It starts in this parking lot,
     A minorAm
and in my dreams, I am dirty broke beautiful
  G+G
and free. My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after
C majorC
hitching too many miles.