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 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. 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 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.