New Mexico Song

Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains

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D-DU-UDU

As he lights an American spirit

He asks how I can smoke such shit

I say there's nothing like chaining

-P- ciggarettes.

Cuz any smokes will kill ya

But these will make you feel like it.

I sit back down,

on the parking lot curb

And remember back to February

The trip to Hartford

And five minutes ago

He was passed out on the staircase

Trying to make it to his appartment

but not making it all the way.

And now he's driving us

100 miles an hour down the interstate

Another beer in his hand

Swearin' we won't be late.

That was before everyone moved to New Mexico.

They all left a couple of months ago

Until the day my friend

When I sleep on the floor of your van again

I'll be waiting in this parking lot,

and in my dreams, I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free.

My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching to

many miles.

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

We aren't revolutionaries, but we are the revolution.

And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you

And maybe we'd all be better off if that was true

Cuz then we'd at least know where we stand

And we could tell our comrades apart from the man

cuz if the world isn't that simple

Maybe this town is at least

And if I'm not marching with them for war I'm sure not marching with you for

peace

Class traitor? What fucking ever!

I'm just another middle class kid, too.

But if I'm not good at changing, I'm good at self loathing

So I'll class hate myself with you.

May our only occupation be not having a job

And may the only cocktails that we make be molotov

May that day be now, and for as many days after that as we know how

It starts in this parking lot,

and in my dreams, I am dirty broke beautiful

and free. My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after

hitching too many miles.

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Readable chord sheet for New Mexico Song by Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains

[C] [G] [Am] [F]

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

[C] [G] [Am] [F]

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

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

[Am]We aren't [C]revolutio[G]naries[Dm],    [Am]but we [C]are the [G]revolution[Dm].
And som[Am]etimes I think that [C]the whole movement [G]is just me and y[Dm]ou
And m[Am]aybe we'd all [C]be better off [G]if that was tru[Dm]e
Cuz [Am]then we'd at least[C] know where we[G] stand  [Dm]
And [Am]we could tell our [C]comrades apart from the[G] man     [Dm]
cuz [C]if the world is[G]n't that simple
[Am]Maybe this town is at l[F]east
And [C]if I'm not marching with[G] them for war I'm[Am] sure not marching [F]with you for

peace
[C]Class t[G]raitor? [Am]What fucking [F]ever!
I'm[C] just another [G]middle class[Am] kid, too.   [F]
But [C]if I'm not good at[G] changing, I'm[Am] good at self[F] loathing

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

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