Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains – New Mexico Song chords ver. 2

Thought I'd tab this as the other one's quite difficult to understand, work out 
the muting and strumming patterns for yourselves, it's pretty easy.


Intro 
C G Am F

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

C G Am F

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

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.
Am        C        G     Dm   Am     C       G         DmAnd sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you
        Am                  C                  G               DmAnd maybe we'd all be better off if that was true 
      Am            C             G              DmCuz then we'd at least know where we stand
     Am                C             G       DmAnd we could tell our comrades apart from the man
     Am                C                      G        Dmcuz if the world isn't that simple
     C              GMaybe this town is at least
Am                     FAnd if I'm not marching with them for war I'm sure not marching with you for 
     C                       G                Am                 Fpeace

Class traitor? What fucking ever!
C      G       Am           FI'm just another middle class kid, too.
    C             G           Am           FBut if I'm not good at changing, I'm good at self loathing
     C                 G             Am           FSo I'll class hate myself with you.
    C         G                Am           FMay our only occupation be not having a job
Am                      CAnd may the only cocktails that we make be molotov
Am                          CMay that day be now,      and for as many days after that as we know how
Am        C        G Dm       Am                C            G           DmIt starts in this parking lot, 
Am            C            G       Dmand in my dreams, I am dirty broke beautiful
           Am    C      G          Amand free. My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after 
    C    Dm         Am                C                        Ghitching too many miles.
Am                C