This version one is played with a capo, taken from the way this girl plays it: 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tenls7OJg9M

By the way: The name of this song is Spilt Needles, but it also known as "Split Needles".

Capo on 2

Intro chords (x2):
Bm  G  Em  G
Bm  G  D  Asus4

Bm          G         Em       G
I've done myself an impossible crime
Bm     G	      D        Asus4
Had to paint myself a hole and fall inside
Bm      G             Em        G
If it's far enough in sight and rhyme
Bm       G	      D         Asus4		G
I get to wear another dress and count in time

    D	      Asus4       G		    
Oh, won't you do me the favor, man,
     D	    Asus4   G
Of a giving mind, 
  D   Asus4      G
A polymorphing opinion here,
         D        Asus4
And your vague outline,

G

Bm  G  Em  G
Bm  G  D  Asus4

Bm          G            Em       G
I'll find myself another burning gate
Bm     G	        D	       Asus4
A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate
Bm              G                Em       G
And this is get what you get for pulling pins
Bm          G	            D	       Asus4  G
Out of the hole inside the hole you're in

      D 	Asus4	     G
It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars
      D 	 Asus4   G
Of a blind man's bike
    D         Asus4	     G
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind
	D	Asus4
On the rolling mind

G	 	   
La la la la laa

Bm  G  Em  G
Bm G D Asus4

D

2x

     Asus4     G    D
They want you to decide,
Asus4    Csus2     D  
Eventually, it happens,
      Asus4  G		D
Some gather on one side,
      Asus4     Csus2    D		
With all their pearly snapping,
     Asus4      G            D
They close the basement door,
   Asus4     Csus2    D
It sets our teeth to chatter,
    Asus4  G	       D
You never saw it before,
    Asus4
But now that hardly matters,


       Bm7         D
You're old enough, boy,
         Bm7                D
Too many summers you've enjoyed,
             Bm7                 D                   Asus4
So spin the wheel, We'll set you up with some odd convictions,
                       G
Because you're finally golden, boy,


Bm  G,  Em  G
Bm  G,  D  Asus4


      D 	Asus4	     G
It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars
      D 	 Asus4   G
Of a blind man's bike
    D 	     Asus4	     G
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind
	D	Asus4
On the rolling mind