Chords for Johnny Hobo - New Mexico Song
Tempo:
89.2 bpm
Chords used:
G
Am
D
C
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Here we go.
One, two, [C] three.
One, two, three.
[G]
[Am] [D] [F] [C] [G] [D]
[Am] As [G] [Am]
[G] [A]
[F] [Am] he likes an American spirit, he asks how I can smoke such shit.
[G] [Am]
I [G] say there's nothing like [Am] chain-smoking GPC cigarettes.
Cuz any [G] scopes will [Am] kill ya, but these will make you feel like it.
I sit back down [G] on the parking [D] lot curb
[Am] And remember back to [G] February
The [D] trip to [C] Hartford
When five [G] minutes ago
[Am] He was passed out on the [C] staircase
Trying [G] to walk to his [Am] apartment
But not making it all the way
[G] And now he's driving [D] a 100 miles [F] an hour
Down [D] the [C] interstate
[G] Another beer [Am] in his hand
Swearing we won't be late
That was before everyone moved to New Mexico
They all left a couple of months ago
Until the day, [G] my [Dm] friend
When I [Am] sleep on the floor [G] of your van [D] again
[Am] I'll be waiting in [G] this parking lot
[Dm] And [Am] in my dreams
[D] I am dirty broke, beautiful [C] and free
[D] My hand [Am] clutched in [C] a fist
And my face in a [G] smile
[D] After [Am] hitching too many [D] miles
[Am]
[B]
[Am]
[C] [G] [Am]
[G] We aren't
[Am] revolutionaries
But we are the revolution
And sometimes I [G] think that the whole [Am] movement
It's just me and you
[C] And that maybe [G] we'd all [A] be better off
If [F] that were [Am] true
Cause then at least we'd know [G] where [D] we stand
And [Am] we can tell our comrades [G] apart from [D] the van
[Am] But if the world isn't that simple
Maybe this town isn't least
And if I'm [G] not marching [Am] with them to war
I'm sure not marching with you for [C] peace
[G]
[D] Plastrator
[A] What?
Fuck [Cm] it ever
I'm just [G] another [D] middle [A] class kid too
[F] [Cm] But if [G] I'm not gonna [Am] change it
I'm good at self-loathing
So I'll [G] plast [A]-paint 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
[A] [Dm] And [Am] in my dreams
[G] I [D] am dirty broke, beautiful [C] and free
[D] My hand [Am] clutched in a fist
[C] And my face in a [D] smile
After [Am] hitching too many miles
[C] [D]
One, two, [C] three.
One, two, three.
[G]
[Am] [D] [F] [C] [G] [D]
[Am] As [G] [Am]
[G] [A]
[F] [Am] he likes an American spirit, he asks how I can smoke such shit.
[G] [Am]
I [G] say there's nothing like [Am] chain-smoking GPC cigarettes.
Cuz any [G] scopes will [Am] kill ya, but these will make you feel like it.
I sit back down [G] on the parking [D] lot curb
[Am] And remember back to [G] February
The [D] trip to [C] Hartford
When five [G] minutes ago
[Am] He was passed out on the [C] staircase
Trying [G] to walk to his [Am] apartment
But not making it all the way
[G] And now he's driving [D] a 100 miles [F] an hour
Down [D] the [C] interstate
[G] Another beer [Am] in his hand
Swearing we won't be late
That was before everyone moved to New Mexico
They all left a couple of months ago
Until the day, [G] my [Dm] friend
When I [Am] sleep on the floor [G] of your van [D] again
[Am] I'll be waiting in [G] this parking lot
[Dm] And [Am] in my dreams
[D] I am dirty broke, beautiful [C] and free
[D] My hand [Am] clutched in [C] a fist
And my face in a [G] smile
[D] After [Am] hitching too many [D] miles
[Am]
[B]
[Am]
[C] [G] [Am]
[G] We aren't
[Am] revolutionaries
But we are the revolution
And sometimes I [G] think that the whole [Am] movement
It's just me and you
[C] And that maybe [G] we'd all [A] be better off
If [F] that were [Am] true
Cause then at least we'd know [G] where [D] we stand
And [Am] we can tell our comrades [G] apart from [D] the van
[Am] But if the world isn't that simple
Maybe this town isn't least
And if I'm [G] not marching [Am] with them to war
I'm sure not marching with you for [C] peace
[G]
[D] Plastrator
[A] What?
Fuck [Cm] it ever
I'm just [G] another [D] middle [A] class kid too
[F] [Cm] But if [G] I'm not gonna [Am] change it
I'm good at self-loathing
So I'll [G] plast [A]-paint 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
[A] [Dm] And [Am] in my dreams
[G] I [D] am dirty broke, beautiful [C] and free
[D] My hand [Am] clutched in a fist
[C] And my face in a [D] smile
After [Am] hitching too many miles
[C] [D]
Key:
G
Am
D
C
A
G
Am
D
Here we go.
One, two, [C] three.
One, two, three.
[G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [D] _ [F] _ [C] _ _ [G] _ [D]
[Am] As _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _
_ _ [F] _ [Am] he likes an American spirit, he asks how I can smoke such shit.
_ [G] _ [Am] _
_ _ _ I [G] say there's nothing like [Am] chain-smoking GPC cigarettes.
Cuz any [G] scopes will [Am] kill ya, but these will make you feel like it.
I sit back down [G] on the parking [D] lot curb
[Am] And remember back to [G] February
The [D] trip to [C] Hartford
When five [G] minutes ago
[Am] He was passed out on the [C] staircase
Trying [G] to walk to his [Am] apartment
But not making it all the way
[G] And now he's driving [D] a 100 miles [F] an hour
Down [D] the [C] interstate
[G] Another beer [Am] in his hand
Swearing we won't be late
_ That was before everyone moved to New Mexico
They all left a couple of months ago
Until the day, [G] my [Dm] friend
When I [Am] sleep on the floor [G] of your van [D] again
[Am] I'll be waiting in [G] this parking lot
_ [Dm] _ _ And [Am] in my dreams
[D] I am dirty broke, beautiful [C] and free
[D] My hand [Am] clutched in [C] a fist
And my face in a [G] smile
[D] _ After [Am] hitching too many [D] miles
_ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ [G] We aren't _
[Am] revolutionaries
_ _ _ But we are the revolution
And sometimes I [G] think that the whole [Am] movement
It's just me and you
[C] And that maybe [G] we'd all [A] be better off
If [F] that were [Am] true
Cause then at least we'd know [G] where [D] we stand
And [Am] we can tell our comrades [G] apart from [D] the van
_ [Am] But if the world isn't that simple
Maybe this town isn't least
And if I'm [G] not marching [Am] with them to war
I'm sure not marching with you for [C] peace
_ [G] _
[D] Plastrator
[A] What?
Fuck [Cm] it ever
I'm just [G] another [D] middle [A] class kid too
[F] [Cm] But if [G] I'm not gonna [Am] change it
I'm good at self-loathing
So I'll [G] plast [A]-paint 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
[A] _ [Dm] _ And [Am] in my _ dreams
[G] I [D] am dirty broke, beautiful [C] and free
[D] My hand [Am] clutched in a fist
[C] And my face in a [D] smile _
After [Am] hitching too many miles
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
One, two, [C] three.
One, two, three.
[G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [D] _ [F] _ [C] _ _ [G] _ [D]
[Am] As _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _
_ _ [F] _ [Am] he likes an American spirit, he asks how I can smoke such shit.
_ [G] _ [Am] _
_ _ _ I [G] say there's nothing like [Am] chain-smoking GPC cigarettes.
Cuz any [G] scopes will [Am] kill ya, but these will make you feel like it.
I sit back down [G] on the parking [D] lot curb
[Am] And remember back to [G] February
The [D] trip to [C] Hartford
When five [G] minutes ago
[Am] He was passed out on the [C] staircase
Trying [G] to walk to his [Am] apartment
But not making it all the way
[G] And now he's driving [D] a 100 miles [F] an hour
Down [D] the [C] interstate
[G] Another beer [Am] in his hand
Swearing we won't be late
_ That was before everyone moved to New Mexico
They all left a couple of months ago
Until the day, [G] my [Dm] friend
When I [Am] sleep on the floor [G] of your van [D] again
[Am] I'll be waiting in [G] this parking lot
_ [Dm] _ _ And [Am] in my dreams
[D] I am dirty broke, beautiful [C] and free
[D] My hand [Am] clutched in [C] a fist
And my face in a [G] smile
[D] _ After [Am] hitching too many [D] miles
_ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ [G] We aren't _
[Am] revolutionaries
_ _ _ But we are the revolution
And sometimes I [G] think that the whole [Am] movement
It's just me and you
[C] And that maybe [G] we'd all [A] be better off
If [F] that were [Am] true
Cause then at least we'd know [G] where [D] we stand
And [Am] we can tell our comrades [G] apart from [D] the van
_ [Am] But if the world isn't that simple
Maybe this town isn't least
And if I'm [G] not marching [Am] with them to war
I'm sure not marching with you for [C] peace
_ [G] _
[D] Plastrator
[A] What?
Fuck [Cm] it ever
I'm just [G] another [D] middle [A] class kid too
[F] [Cm] But if [G] I'm not gonna [Am] change it
I'm good at self-loathing
So I'll [G] plast [A]-paint 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
[A] _ [Dm] _ And [Am] in my _ dreams
[G] I [D] am dirty broke, beautiful [C] and free
[D] My hand [Am] clutched in a fist
[C] And my face in a [D] smile _
After [Am] hitching too many miles
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _