Well, after three versions of this song, no one has quite got it spot-on yet. While 
Version 2 had the right idea, they failed (as everyone else did) to realize there is a 
varied chord progression midway through the verse, as you'll see here.



Chords used:
C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)Am (x02210@1)Intro:
(mute the strings and strum the rhythm)
C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C  F (133211@1)C (x32010@1)                                              FWe (133211@1)walk up the paths of the banks of the mighty Susquehanna
         CWith (x32010@1)our feet made muddy by your tributaries
      FThat (133211@1)trickle their way to the Chesapeake
             AmIt's (x02210@1)like we follow I-83 down to the harbor cities
CStrip (x32010@1)malls and the tar-mac
AmPeople (x02210@1)swirling and teaming
CIt (x32010@1)seemed so exciting, but now it seems like such a blight

C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)C (x32010@1)                           FI (133211@1)grew up near Kentucky's Mt. Zion Road
C (x32010@1)                                 FAll (133211@1)that was there was some old cemetary
         Am (x02210@1)                                         CI (x32010@1)wanted nothing more than to be able to walk to the store
    AmNow (x02210@1)I don't live there but there's too many stores
     CSome (x32010@1)apartments and a Sunoco

C (x32010@1)                         FAnd (133211@1)I wonder what did they do with the bodies?
           C (x32010@1)                         FAnd (133211@1)I wonder what did they do with the bodies?

COh! (x32010@1)FSusquehanna (133211@1)(x4)

C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)C (x32010@1)F (133211@1)CAnd (x32010@1)I miss that place behind my house where I
FHiked (133211@1)and climbed and played
          CWhere (x32010@1)I'd ditch this noisy century or just
FHid (133211@1)out from the decade
    Am (x02210@1)                                  CM-I (x32010@1)homes thought it could stand to be updated
                 Am (x02210@1)                                   CForced (x32010@1)it all into a grid until it looks like the funny pages
C (x32010@1)                                      FWith (133211@1)every trace of light that seems confined within a frame
    C (x32010@1)                                FThe (133211@1)faces move from day to day but the strips all look the same
        Am (x02210@1)                           CAnd (x32010@1)the punchlines are resoundingly unfunny
                  Am (x02210@1)                            CFor (x32010@1)those trapped in this architecture of easy money
      C (x32010@1)                           FAnd (133211@1)I feel like this all come to no good
              C (x32010@1)                             FThis (133211@1)kids who populate these cul-de-sacs will never know what stood
              Am (x02210@1)                   CBeneath (x32010@1)their cookie-cutter houses, fields and streams and woods
               AmThey'll (x02210@1)sit in cars and wait for mom to drive them
COut (x32010@1)of this boring neighborhood

COh! (x32010@1)FSusquehanna (133211@1)(x4)

C (x32010@1)                             FAnd (133211@1)I wonder, what did they do with the bodies? (x2)