Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains - New Mexico Song Chords & Tabs


New Mexico Song Chords & Tabs

Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains Chords & Tabs

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New Mexico Song Chords

New Mexico Song

Same as the other tab but a little more organized
Harmonica is key of C
Intro:  1,2,3   1,2,3
        C   G  Am   F  x4
Part 1: C G Am F
Part 2: Am C G Dm
Part 3: Am     C 
Part 4: Am C G
Chorus: Dm Am C G Am C 
Part 1
         C                   Am
As he lights an American spirit
He asks how I can smoke such shit
I say there's nothing like chaining
G-P-C cigarettes.
Cuz any smokes will kill ya
But these will make you feel like it.

Part 2
I sit back down,
on the parking lot curb
And remember back to February
The trip to Hartford

Part 1
And five minutes ago
He was passed out on the staircase
Trying to make it to his apartment
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.

Part 3
That was before everyone moved to New Mexico.
They all left a couple of months ago

Part 2
Until the day my friend
When I sleep on the floor of your van again

Part 4
I'll be waiting in this parking lot,
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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.

Intro with variation with harmonica part

Part 1                      
We aren't revolutionaries, 
G G G        Am               F
      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

Part 2
Cuz then we'd at least know where we stand
And we could tell our comrades apart from the man

Part 1
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

                Am   Am          F
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.

Part 3
May our only occupation be not having a job
And may the only cocktails we make be Molotovís

Part 2
May that day be now
And for as many days after that as we know how

Part 4
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.