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New Mexico Song by Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains
New Mexico Song
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
[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 chain smoking
Am F
G-P-C cigarettes.
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 walk to his apartment
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 what's 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
but 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.
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version 2
Tuning:E A D G B E
Capo:no capo
EA AE EA EE
e|---------------------------------------|
B|-------3-3-3-2-------------------------|
G|---2---4-4-4-2------2---2-----------2--|
D|---2---2-2-2-2------4---2----2--2-4----| x 4
A|---0---------0---0--0---0--------------|
E|---------------------------------------|
VERSE I:
A E F#m D
When I was a young boy, said put away those young boy ways
A E F#m D
Now that I'm gettin' older, so much older I love all those young boy days.
A E A E
With a girl like you, with a girl like you,
F#m D E
Lord knows there are things we can do, baby, just me and you. Come on
and make it
[Chorus]
A E A E
hurt so good. Come on baby, make it hurt so good.
D F#m D E
Sometimes love don't feel like it should. You make it . . . hurt so good.
Repeat Intro Riff 2x
VERSE II:
A E F#m D
Don't have to be so exiting. Just tryin' to give myself a little bit of fun,
yeah.
A E F#m D
You always look so invitin' you ain't as green as you are young
A E A E
Hey baby, its you. Come on, girl, now, its you.
F#m D E
Sink your teeth right through my bones, baby. Let's see what we can do. Come on
and
it
[Chorus]
A E A E
hurt so good. Come on baby, make it hurt so good.
D F#m D E
Sometimes love don't feel like it should. You make it . . . hurt so good.
Intro 1x
D A D F#m A
I ain't talkin' no big deals; I ain't made no plans myself.
D A E
I ain't talkin' no high heels; Maybe we could walk around all day long,
walk
all day long.
[Chorus]
A E A E
hurt so good. Come on baby, make it hurt so good.
D F#m D E
Sometimes love don't feel like it should. You make it . . . hurt so good.
[Intro 1]
A E A E
hurt so good. Come on baby, make it hurt so good.
D F#m D E
Sometimes love don't feel like it should. You make it . . . hurt so good.
Repeat Intro x 4 and fade out.
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version 3
Capo:no capo
Intro
e------------------------------|
b------------------------------|
g-5----------------------------|
d-5-7x's-5------7------3-------|
a-3------5-7x's-7-7x's-3-9x's--|
e--------3------5------1-------|
(he does variations within the intro but its easy to hear
Verse
"as he lights an american spirit..."
e----------------------|
b----------------------|
g-5~-----5-5-5---------|
d-5~-----5-5-5-5-------|
a-3~-----3-3-3-5-------|
e--------------3-------|
~ = hold note
e------------------------------|
b------------------------------|
g-5----------------------------|
d-5-7x's-5------7------3-------|
a-3------5-7x's-7-7x's-3-9x's--|
e--------3------5------1-------|
like intro but played faster
[Verse 1]
As he lights an American Spirit
He asks how I can smoke such shit
I say there's nothing like chain smoking GPC cigarettes
Because any smokes will kill ya
But these will make you feel like it
I sit back down on the parking lot curb
And remember back to February, the trip to Hartford
With five minutes to go, he was passed out on the staircase
Trying to walk to his apartment but not making it all the way
And now he's driving us 100 miles an hour down the interstate
Another beer 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 my friend
When I sleep on the floor of your van again
I'll be waiting in this parking lot
[Chorus]
And in my dreams
I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free
My hands clenched in a fist
And my face: in a smile
After hitching too many miles
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
We aren't revolutionaries
But, we are the revolution
And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you
And that maybe we'd all be better off if that were true
Because then at least we'd know where we stand
And we could tell our comrades apart from the man
But if the world isn't that simple
Maybe this town is at least
And if I'm not marching with them to war
I'm sure not marching with you for peace
Class traitor?
What fucking ever!
I'm just another middle class kid, too
But if I'm not good at changing
I'm good at self loathing
So I'll class hate myself with you
May our only occupation be not having a job
May the only cocktails that we make be Molotov
May that day be now
And for as many days after that as we know how
It starts in this parking lot
[Chorus]
And in my dreams
I am dirty broke, beautiful and free
My hands clenched in a fist
And my face: in a smile
After hitching too many miles
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version 4
Capo:no capo
Tuning: standard
e|----------------------------------------------------------------------------
B|----------------------------------------------------------------------------
G|--5--------7---9---10-------------------------------------------------------
D|--5---5----7---9---10-------------------------------------------------------
A|--3---5----5---7---8--------------------------------------------------------
E|------3---------------------------------------------------------------------
-------|
-------|
-------|
-------|
-------|
-------|
Chorus is 8 A string, then 8 E string, then 10 E string, then 8 a string then
string, then 8, then 10, then 12, then 10, then 8 then 5 all on the A string,
back to the verse bridge / chorus
e|-------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------------|
G|--10---------------------------------------------------------|
D|--10---------------------------------------------------------|
A|--8--------------8-------8-----10-----12------10-----8----5--|
E|--------8---10-------8---------------------------------------|
8 E
then
[Verse 1]
As he lights an American Spirit
He asks how I can smoke such shit
I say there's nothing like chain smoking GPC cigarettes
Because any smokes will kill ya
But these will make you feel like it
I sit back down on the parking lot curb
And remember back to February, the trip to Hartford
With five minutes to go, he was passed out on the staircase
Trying to walk to his apartment but not making it all the way
And now he's driving us 100 miles an hour down the interstate
Another beer 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 my friend
When I sleep on the floor of your van again
I'll be waiting in this parking lot
[Chorus]
And in my dreams
I am dirty broke, beautiful, and free
My hands clenched in a fist
And my face: in a smile
After hitching too many miles
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
We aren't revolutionaries
But, we are the revolution
And sometimes I think that the whole movement is just me and you
And that maybe we'd all be better off if that were true
Because then at least we'd know where we stand
And we could tell our comrades apart from the man
But if the world isn't that simple
Maybe this town is at least
And if I'm not marching with them to war
I'm sure not marching with you for peace
Class traitor?
What fucking ever!
I'm just another middle class kid, too
But if I'm not good at changing
I'm good at self loathing
So I'll class hate myself with you
May our only occupation be not having a job
May the only cocktails that we make be Molotov
May that day be now
And for as many days after that as we know how
It starts in this parking lot
[Chorus]
And in my dreams
I am dirty broke, beautiful and free
My hands clenched in a fist
And my face: in a smile
After hitching too many miles
| / slide up
| \ slide down
| h hammer-on
| p pull-off
| ~ vibrato
| + harmonic
| x Mute note
| b Bend
| pb Pre-bend
| br Bend release
| pbr Pre-bend release
| brb Bend release bend
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