Chords for We can't make it here anymore (James McMurtry )

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_ [C] _ [G] There's a Vietnam vet with a [F] cardboard [C] sign sitting there by the [G] left turn line, a flag
on his wheelchair [F] flapping in the [C] breeze, one leg [G] missing and both hands free. _ _ _
No one's paying [F] much [C] mind to him, the VA [G] budget's just stretched to thin and there's more coming
back from [F] the mid-east war, [C] we can't [G] make it here anymore.
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And that [G] big old building was [F] a textile [C] mill, it fed our kids [G] and it paid our bills, but
they turned us [F] out and they [C] closed the doors, we [F] can't make it [G] here anymore.
_ _ _ _ _ You see those pallets piled up [F] on the loading dock?
[C] They're just gonna [G] sit there till they rot, cause there's nothing to ship, [F] nothing to
pack, [C] just busted concrete [G] and rusted tracks.
The empty storefront's around the square, [C] there's a needle in the [G] gutter and glass everywhere,
you don't come down here unless you're looking to [C] score, we can't [G] make it here anymore.
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[C] [G] The bar's still open but man it's [C] slow, the tip jar's light and the [G] register's low, the
[Gm] bartender don't have much to [C] say, the regular crowd [G] gets thinner each day.
_ _ Some have maxed out all their credit [C] cards, some are working two jobs [G] and living in cars,
minimum wage won't pay for a roof, [C] won't pay for a [Gm] drink, if you gotta have proof just
try it yourself Mr.
[G] CEO, [C] see how far 515 [G] an hour will go, take a part time job at one
of your [C] stores, I bet you can't [Fm] make it here [G] anymore. _
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[Gm] a high school girl with a bourgeois [C] dream, just like the pictures in [G] the magazine
she found on the floor [F] of the [C] laundromat, a woman with kids [G] can forget all that, if
she comes up [F] pregnant [C] what'll she do?
Forget the career, [G] forget about school, can she live
on faith, live on hope, [C] high on [G] Jesus or hooked on dope, when it's way too late [F] to just say
[C] no, you can't [G] make it here anymore. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] I'm stocking shirts in a Walmart [C] store, just like the [G] ones we made before, except this
one came from Singapore, I guess we can't make [G] it here anymore. _ _ _ _ _ _
Should I hate a people for the shade of their [C] skin or the shape of their eyes or the [G] shape
I'm in, should I hate them for having our jobs [C] today, no I hate the [G] men sent the jobs away.
I _ can see them all now, [C] they haunt my dreams, all lily, white [G] and squeaky clean, they never
known want, they'll never know need, the shit don't stink and the kids won't bleed, the
kids won't bleed in the damn little [C] war and we can't make it [G] here anymore. _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ I'm _ _ _ _ _ a [Gm]
[C] fucking [Gm] _ _ [G] _ _ whore, I _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [F] _
[Gm] _ [G] _ _ _ work for food, we'll die for oil, we'll kill for power, and to
us the spoils, the billionaires get to pay less [C] tax, the working [G] poor get to fall through the cracks. _ _
_ So let them eat jelly [F] beans, let them eat cake, [C] let them [G] eat shit, whatever it takes,
they can join the air force or join the corps [C] if they can't make it here [G] anymore.
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[G] So that's how it is, that's what we got, if the president wants to admit it or not, you
can read it in the paper, read it on the [C] wall, hear it on the wind [G] if you're listening at
all, get out of that limo and look us in the [C] eye, call us on a [G] cell phone, tell us all
why, in Dayton Ohio or [C] Portland Maine or a cotton gin [G] out on the great high plains.
It's done closed down along with the school and the hospital and the swimming pool, dust
devils dance in the noonday heat, there's rats in the alley and trash in the street,
gang graffiti on a [C] boxcar door, we can't make it here [G] anymore.
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