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New Mexico Song ukulele

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There is no strumming pattern for this song yet. and get +5 IQ
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          C
on the parking lot curb
       G              Dm
And remember back to February
Am                   C
   The trip to Hartford
G             DM
And five minutes ago
    C             G
He was passed out on the staircase
       Am                 F
Trying to make it to his appartment
C                     G
but 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       G
Swearin' we won't be late.
Am                   F
That was before everyone moved to New Mexico.
Am                            C
They all left a couple of months ago
Am              C
Until the day my friend
Am         C          G     Dm
When I sleep on the floor of your van again
       Am           C             G          Dm
I'll be waiting in this parking lot,
Am               C                 G       Dm
and 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      Am
many 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         Dm
And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you
        Am                  C                  G               Dm
And maybe we'd all be better off if that was true 
      Am            C             G              Dm
Cuz then we'd at least know where we stand
     Am                C             G       Dm
And we could tell our comrades apart from the man
     Am                C                      G        Dm
cuz if the world isn't that simple
     C              G
Maybe this town is at least
Am                     F
And if I'm not marching with them for war I'm sure not marching with you for 
     C                       G                Am                 F
peace

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