New Mexico Song Chords by Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains

Here we go.
One, two, [C] three.
One, two, three.
[G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ [Am] _
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_ [F] _ [Am] As he likes an American spirit, he asks how [F] I can smoke such [C] shit.
_ [G] _ [Am] _
_ _ _ I say [G] there's nothing like [Am] chain-smoking GPC cigarettes.
[C] Cause any [G] smokes will kill ya, [Am] but these will make you feel like it.
I [C] sit back down on the [D] parking lot curb [Am] and remember back to [G] February.
The [D] trip to [C] Hartford when five [G] minutes [Am] ago he was passed out on the [C] staircase.
Trying [G] to walk to his [Am] apartment, but not making [F] it all the [C] way.
[G] And now he's driving a [D] 100 [A] miles [F] an hour down [C] the interstate.
[G] Another beer in [Am] his hand, swearing we won't be late.
_ That was before everyone moved to New [A] Mexico.
They [Am] all left a couple of months ago, until the day, [G] my [D] friend,
when I [A] sleep [C] on the floor [G] of your van [D] again.
[A] I'll [C] be waiting in [G] this parking lot and [Dm] _ _ _
[Am] in my _ dreams.
[G] I [D] am dirty, broke, [C] beautiful and free.
_ [D] _ My hand [A] clutching [C] a fist and my face in a [G] smile.
_ [D] After [Am] hitching too many miles, _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _
_ _ [F] _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _ [Dm] _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ [G] we aren't [B] _
revolutionaries.
[F] _ [Am] _ _ [Ab] But we [A] are the revolution.
[Am] _ And sometimes I [G] think that [A] the whole movement is just [F] me and you.
[C] And that maybe [A] we'd all be better off if [F] that were true.
[Am] Cause then at least we'd know [G] where we [D] stand.
_ [Am] And we can tell our comrades [G] apart from the men.
[D] _ _ [Am] But if the world isn't that simple, maybe this town isn't least.
And if I'm [G] not marching with them [Am] to war, I'm sure not marching with you [C] for peace.
_ [G] Glass trader, [B] what fuck it ever.
[C] I'm [G] just another [D] middle [A] class kid [C] too.
_ But if [G] I'm not good at [Am] changing, I'm good at self-loathing.
[C] So [G] I'll blast [A] hate myself with you.
[F] [A] May our only [Am] occupation be not having a job.
May the only cocktails that we make be Molotov.
May that [G] day be [D] now.
_ [Am] And for as many days [G] after that as [D] we know how.
_ [Am] It starts in this [G] parking lot.
_ _ [Dm] _ _
[Am] And in my _ [C] dreams, [G] I [A] am dirty broke, [D] beautiful [C] and free.
_ [D] _ My [Am] head clutching a [C] fist and my face in a [G] smile.
[D] _
After [Am] hitching too many miles.
_ _ [C] _ _