Chords for James McMurtry "We can't make it here"

Tempo:
165.1 bpm
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C

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F

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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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James McMurtry "We can't make it here" chords
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[C] [G] [C] [G]
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] [C]
[G] [C]
[C] [G] There's a Vietnam vet with [Fm] a [C] cardboard sign sitting there by [G] the left turn line, flag on
his [C] wheelchair flapping in the breeze, one leg missing and [G] both hands free.
[C] [G] No one's paying [C] much mind to him, the VA budget's just [G] stretched so thin and now there's more
coming back from [C] the Mideast War.
We can't make it here [G] anymore.
[C] [G] [C]
And [G] that big old building [C] was a textile mill, it fed our kids [G] and it paid our bills, but
they turned us out and [C] they closed the doors.
We can't make it [G] here anymore.
See those pallets piled up on [C] the loading dock?
They're just gonna sit [G] there till they rot cause there's nothing to ship, [C] nothing to
pack, just busted concrete [G] and rusted tracks.
[C] Empty storefronts around the square, there's a needle in the gutter and [G] glass everywhere.
You don't come down here [C] unless you're looking to score.
We can't make it [G] here anymore.
[C] [G] [C]
The [G] bar's still open but [C] man it's slow, the tip jar's light and [G] the register's low.
The bartender don't [C] have much to say, the regular crowd's getting [G] thinner each day.
Some have maxed out all [C] their credit cards, some are working two [G] jobs and living in cars.
Minimum wage [C] won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink if [G] you gotta [C] have proof.
[G] Try it yourself Mr.
[C] CEO, see how far 515 [G] an hour'll go.
Take a part-time [C] job at one of your stores, I bet you can't make it here [G] anymore.
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[C]
And [G] there's a high school girl [C] with a bourgeois dream, just like the pictures in [G] the magazine
she found on the floor of [C] the laundromat.
A woman with kids [G] can forget all that, if she comes up pregnant [C] what'll she do?
Forget the career, [G] forget about school, can she live on faith, [C] live on hope?
High on Jesus [G] and hooked on dope when it's way too late [C] to just say no, you can't make
it here [G] anymore.
[C] [G]
[C] [G] Should I hate a people for [C] the shade of their skin or the shape of their eyes?
[G] Yeah right.
[C]
Now [G] I'm stocking shirts [C] in a Walmart store, just like the ones we [G] made before.
Except this one came [C] from Singapore, I guess we can't make it here [G] anymore.
[Gm]
[C] [G] Should I hate a people for [C] the shade of their skin or the shape of their eyes or [G] the shape I'm in?
Should I hate them for [C] having our jobs today?
No, I hate the men [G] sent the jobs away.
[Gm] [C]
I [G] can see them all [C] now, they haunt my dreams, all lily white and [G] squeaky clean.
They've never known want, they'll never know [C] need.
The shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed, their kids won't bleed in their damn
little war and we can't [Gm] make it here [G] anymore.
[F] [C] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [G] We'll work for food, [F] we'll [C] die for oil, we'll kill for power, [G] dust the [C] spoils.
[G] The billionaires [C] get to pay less tax, the working poor [G] get to fall through the cracks.
[Cm]
[G] So let them eat jelly [C] beans, let them eat cake, let them eat [G] shit, whatever it takes.
They can join the [F] Air Force or join the Corps [C] if they [Gm] can't make it here [G] anymore.
[Em] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[C]
[G] So that's how it [C] is, that's what we got if the president wants to admit [G] it or not.
You can read it in the paper, [C] read it on the wall, hear it on the wind if you're listening
at all, [G] get out of that limo.
[C] Look us in the eye, call us on the cell [Gm] phone, tell us all why in Dayton, Ohio, [C]
Portland,
Maine or a cotton gin out on the [G] great high plains, it's done, closed down.
[C] Along with the school and the hospital and the [G] swimming pool.
Dust devils [C] dance in the noonday heat and there's rats in the alley [G] and trash in the street.
Gang graffiti [C] on a boxcar door.
You can't make it here [G] anymore.
[F] [C] [G] [C]
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] There's a Vietnam vet with [Fm] a [C] cardboard sign sitting there by [G] the left turn line, flag on
his [C] wheelchair flapping in the breeze, one leg missing and [G] both hands free. _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] No one's paying [C] much mind to him, the VA budget's just [G] stretched so thin and now there's more
coming back from [C] the Mideast War.
We can't make it here [G] anymore. _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
And [G] that big old building [C] was a textile mill, it fed our kids [G] and it paid our bills, but
they turned us out and [C] they closed the doors.
We can't make it [G] here anymore.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ See those pallets piled up on [C] the loading dock?
They're just gonna sit [G] there till they rot cause there's nothing to ship, _ [C] nothing to
pack, just busted concrete [G] and rusted tracks. _
_ [C] Empty storefronts around the square, there's a needle in the gutter and [G] glass everywhere.
You don't come down here [C] unless you're looking to score.
We can't make it [G] here anymore. _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ The [G] bar's still open but [C] man it's slow, the tip jar's light and [G] the register's low.
The bartender don't [C] have much to say, the regular crowd's getting [G] thinner each day. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Some have maxed out all [C] their credit cards, some are working two [G] jobs and living in cars.
_ Minimum wage [C] won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink if [G] you gotta [C] have proof.
[G] Try it yourself Mr.
[C] CEO, see how far 515 [G] an hour'll go.
Take a part-time [C] job at one of your stores, I bet you can't make it here [G] anymore.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And [G] there's a high school girl [C] with a bourgeois dream, just like the pictures in [G] the magazine
she found on the floor of [C] the laundromat.
A woman with kids [G] can forget all that, if she comes up pregnant [C] what'll she do?
Forget the career, [G] forget about school, can she live on faith, [C] live on hope?
High on Jesus [G] and hooked on dope when it's way too late [C] to just say no, you can't make
it here [G] anymore.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] Should I hate a people for [C] the shade of their skin or the shape of their eyes?
[G] Yeah right. _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now [G] I'm stocking shirts [C] in a Walmart store, just like the ones we [G] made before.
Except this one came [C] from Singapore, I guess we can't make it here [G] anymore. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] Should I hate a people for [C] the shade of their skin or the shape of their eyes or [G] the shape I'm in?
Should I hate them for [C] having our jobs today?
No, I hate the men [G] sent the jobs away. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _
I [G] can see them all [C] now, they haunt my dreams, all lily white and [G] squeaky clean.
They've never known want, they'll never know [C] need.
The shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed, their kids won't bleed in their damn
little war and we can't [Gm] make it here [G] anymore. _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] We'll work for food, [F] we'll [C] die for oil, we'll kill for power, [G] dust the [C] spoils.
[G] _ The billionaires [C] get to pay less tax, the working poor [G] get to fall through the cracks. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
[G] So let them eat jelly [C] beans, let them eat cake, let them eat [G] shit, whatever it takes.
They can join the [F] Air Force or join the Corps [C] if they [Gm] can't make it here [G] anymore. _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] So that's how it [C] is, that's what we got if the president wants to admit [G] it or not.
You can read it in the paper, [C] read it on the wall, hear it on the wind if you're listening
at all, [G] get out of that limo.
[C] Look us in the eye, call us on the cell [Gm] phone, tell us all why in Dayton, Ohio, [C] _
Portland,
Maine or a cotton gin out on the [G] great high plains, it's done, closed down.
[C] Along with the school and the hospital and the [G] swimming pool.
Dust devils [C] dance in the noonday heat and there's rats in the alley [G] and trash in the street.
Gang graffiti [C] on a boxcar door.
_ _ _ You can't make it here _ _ _ [G] anymore.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
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