This is a pretty standard Smiths song.  Of course Marr improvises a lot by 
playing the E chord on the fourth fret while he has another guitar playing an open E chord. A note:  When playing the E chord during the verses, to get that one note drone, make sure you play the note G on the lower E string and bend it (with your pinky) to give it that bluesy flavour. 
  
Intro:  E   E   E   A   B 

           E 
I left the North 
I traveled South 
I found a tiny house 
  A              B        E 
I can~t help the way I feel 
A      B         E 
oh yes you can kick me 
and you can punch me 
and you can break my face 
        A                B        E 
but you won~t change the way i feel 
A             E 
Cause i love you 

          G#m    C#m F#m     B    E 
And is it really so  strange? 
          G#m    C#m F#m     B    E 
Oh, is it really so  strange? 
          G#m        C#m       F#m     B-Bb-A 
Oh, is it really so, really so strange? 
                  B 
I say NO, you say YES 
                    D 
(but you will still change your mind) 

    D-Eb-  E 
I left the South 
I traveled North 
I got confused- I killed a horse 
  A              B        E 
I can~t help the way I feel 
A       B        E 
Oh yes, you can punch me 
and you can buck me 
and you can break my spine 
        A                B       E 
but you won~t change the way I feel 
A             E 
Cause I love you 

          G#m    C#m F#m     B    E 
And is it really so  strange? 
          G#m    C#m F#m     B    E 
Oh, is it really so  strange? 
          G#m        C#m       F#m     B-Bb-A 
Oh, is it really so, really so strange? 
                  B 
I say NO, you say YES 
                                D 
(but you will still change your mind) 

D-D-Eb-E 
E    E    A    B 

           E 
I left the North again 
I left the South again 
I got confused- I killed a nun 
  A              B       E 
I CAN~T HELP THE WAY I FEEL 
  A              B       E 
I CAN~T HELP THE WAY I FEEL 
  A              B       E 
I CAN~T HELP THE WAY I FEEL 
A                         E 
(I lost my bag in Newport Pagnell) 

           G#m  C#m      F#m     B    E 
Why is the last mile the hardest mile 
   G#m        C#m           F#m         B    E 
My throat was dry, with the sun in my eyes 
      G#m     C#m    F#m   B-Bb-A 
And I realised, I realised 
That I could never 
        B                   D      D-D-Eb-E 
I could never, never, never go home again