This song is mostly based off of the acoustic version, and only includes the main guitar.

Riff:
 | -3-3-3-3---(3)-(3)-(3)(3)- | 
 | -3-3-3-3---(3)-(3)-(3)(3)- | 
 | -0-0-0-0---(0)-(0)-(0)(0)- | 
 | -0-0-0-0---(0)-(0)-(0)(0)- | 
 | -2-2-2-2---(2)-(2)-(2)(2)- | 
 | -3-3-0-3---(3)-(3)-(3)(3)- | 
G = play and repeat riff. The rhythm is a 1 + 2 +, with an optional + 4 +a on G. Listen 
to the song to get it right. In the 1st verse, the 3rd time the last strum of the riff 
is Cadd9.
C9 :    x32033
G/B :        x20033
C9/B : x20010

          G
There are men lost in jail
Crowded fifty to a room
There's too many rats in this cage of the world
        C9            G/B
And the women know their place
         Am
They sit home and write letters
              G                                                      C
And when they visit once a year, well, they both just sit there and stare

C9/B

           Am              C        C9/B
See how we are, gotta keep bars in between us
See how we are, we only sing about it once in every twenty years
                   C   C9/B Am    G
See how we are, oh see how we are

Now there are seven kinds of Coke
Five hundred kinds of cigarettes
This freedom of choice in the USA drives everybody crazy
But in Acapulco
Well, they don't give a damn
About kids selling Chiclets with no shoes on their feet

See how we are, hey man, what's in it for me?
See how we are, we only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are, oh see how we are

Now that highway is coming through
So you all gotta move
This bottom rung ain't no fun at all
'Cause no fires and rock houses
And grape-flavored rat poison
Are the new trinity for this so-called community

See how we are, gotta keep bars on all of our windows
See how we are, we only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are, oh see how we are

            C          C9/B             Am
Well, this morning the alarm rang at noon
And I'm trying to write this letter to you
About how much I care and why I just can't be there
     C            C9/B Am              D
To draw your bath and comb and comb your hair

Last night in a nightspot
Where things aren't so hot
My friend said, "I met a boy and I'm in love"
I said, "Oh really, what's this one's name?"
She said, "His first name is Homeboy"
I said, "Could his last name be Trouble?"

See how we are, ah Homeboy, isn't that a Mexican name? (in some versions: I don't trust 
you as far as I could throw you)
See how we are, we only sing about it once in every twenty years
See how we are, oh see how we are
Yeah, see how we are, oh see how we are

Tabbed by Sasha Pyotrovich