New Mexico Song chords by Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains

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
F

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


F

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


Not really sure whats played here, I just play C G Am F twice over, which fits nicely.

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

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

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