Oops, an error
Loading. Please wait.

New Mexico Song chords

version 4
version 4

Whole song

44,613 views 147 this week
3 commentsread comments
1 2 3 4 5
x 23
add to favorites
×
Save as Personal and add changes to this tab that will be seen only by you. Learn more ›
×
You can save this tab as Personal to edit and correct it or add notes. All changes will be seen only by you. Learn more »
launch autoscroll
font size
0
reset
transpose
0
reset
display chords
guitar tuner
edit
Autoscroll
slow
fast
+/-
esc
set tempo
stop
Author
Difficulty
Unregistered
Strumming
There is no strumming pattern for this song yet. and get +5 IQ
So i noticed the other tab that's basically correct had the chord names under the 
lyrics, instead of on top of them which was really confusing.  I fixed them to be 
in standard tab format, and corrected a couple lyrics.


[Intro]

C G Am F

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

C G Am F


[Verse]

  C                       G  
I say there's nothing like chaining
Am     F                   
G-P-C ciggarettes.
   C                G                  
Cuz any smokes will kill ya
    Am                 F                 
But these will make you feel like it.
Am          C          
I sit back down,
      G              Dm
on the parking lot curb
Am                   C
And remember back to February
G             Dm
The trip to Hartford
   C             G
And five minutes ago
      Am                 F
He was passed out on the staircase
C                     G
Trying to make it to his appartment
Am                F
but not making it all the way.
C               G                    
  And now he's driving us
   Am            F   
100 miles an hour down the interstate
C       G                
Another beer in his hand
Am                   F
Swearin' we won't be late.
Am                            C
That was before everyone moved to New Mexico.
Am              C
They all left a couple of months ago
Am         C          G     Dm
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            Am             C
and in my dreams, I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free.
Dm          Am                C                        G      Am
   My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after hitching to
    C
many miles.


[Verse]
(Not really sure whats played here, I just play C G Am F twice over, which fits nicely)

Am        C        G     Dm   Am     C       G         Dm
We aren't revolutionaries,    but we are the revolution.
       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
    C              G
cuz if the world isn't that simple
Am                     F
Maybe this town is at least
    C                       G                Am                 F
And if I'm not marching with them for war I'm sure not marching with you for peace
C      G       Am           F
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


[Verse]

   C         G                Am           F 
So I'll class hate myself with you.
Am                      C
May our only occupation be not having a job
Am                          C
And may the only cocktails that we make be molotov
Am        C        G Dm       Am                C            G           Dm
May that day be now,      and for as many days after that as we know how
Am            C            G       Dm
It starts in this parking lot, 
          Am    C      G          Am
and in my dreams, I am dirty broke beautiful
   C    Dm         Am                C                        G
and free. My hands clenched in a fist, and my face in a smile, after 
Am                C
hitching too many miles.

            
            
Suggest correction
Creating personal tab
Creating personal tab
You can edit any tab online and save it as your Personal.

You can edit, replace or remove any tab part or add personal notes – all changes will be seen only by you.

Personal tabs can be accessed anytime from any device, even offline.
Learn more »
comments
print report bad tab
3 comments total.
+1 reply
Kleekl 56 Oct 05, 2010 04:46 AM

Thanks! you rock bro!

0 reply
CyberK007 30 Mar 10, 2011 07:55 PM

Ah yes finally a legible version. The others were right, but this is much easier to use. Thanks a lot man!

+1 reply
PRAbrah 10 Nov 06, 2014 07:36 PM

the verse is "chain smoking GPC cigarettes", if you say "chaining" the syllables don't make sense. punk rock anarchy

guest
Wanna post a correction for this tab? Suggest correction