Harmony Parking Lot
By: Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains

I'm pretty sure I got this, in the one recording I have it was pretty hard to tell at
because it was poor quality and every so often they change up the order without warning
here's the best I could come up with. as far as timing goes you're going to have to 
to the song but it's really easy.

Intro

E|A|E|A

            E (022100@1)				    AThis (x02220@1)one's for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks by a trip to
  D (xx0232@1)E (022100@1)	A (x02220@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D		Erehab. (022100@1)I'll miss railing pills with you in the park.
             E (022100@1)                                    AThis (x02220@1)one's for every friend who decided not to drop out and stay at their
 Dmom's (xx0232@1)house.
E (022100@1)                       A (x02220@1)                             DI'll (xx0232@1)miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark.

D (xx0232@1)           A (x02220@1)  	E (022100@1) A (x02220@1)       D (xx0232@1)      A (x02220@1)  E (022100@1)   ABecause (x02220@1)tonight I'm cryin' about the crack house that got torn down in the
D (xx0232@1)           A (x02220@1)  	E (022100@1) A (x02220@1)       D (xx0232@1)      A (x02220@1)  E (022100@1)   Acenter (x02220@1)of town. And tonight I'm laughin' about the army recruitment station
Dlying (xx0232@1)vacant.

  E (022100@1)                  A (x02220@1)                           D (xx0232@1)Here's to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet
   C (x32010@1)                   E (022100@1)   E (022100@1)        D (xx0232@1)deep for everybody's hero. Here's to our lives being meaningless. And how
                   C (x32010@1)          			   Ebeautiful (022100@1)it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose.

This one's for every arsonist that got locked down before they burnt the cities down.
miss seeing the sky scrapers on fire! This one's for every friend who got taken off the
so the upper class could sleep. So the upper class could sleep. I'll miss the spraypaint 
slashed tires.

Because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner on the shortness of your
And tonight I can't taste the whiskey from across the room in the stumbling of your steps.
to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for 
hero. Here's to out lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom
have a purpose!