Tablature crime in the city - Neil Young

          



 {t:Crime in the City}

  {st:Neil Young}

  

  [G]/ / /   / / / /   / / / /   / / / /

  

  Well the [Am]cop made the show-down [Am][F]

  

  He was [Am]sure he was right [Am][F]

  

  He had [Am]all of the low-down[Am][F]

  

  From the [Am]bank-heist last night [Am][F]

  

  [Dm]His best friend was the robber,[G][Dm]

  

  [Dm]And his wife was a thief[G][Dm]

  

  [Dm]All his children were killers, [G][Dm]

  

  [Dm]He couldn't get no relief [G][F]

  

  The bungalow was surrounded [G][F]

  

  When a voice loud and clear [G][F]

  

  Said "Come on out with your hands up [G][F]

  

  Or we'll blow you out of here" [G][F]

  

  There was a face in the [Am]window 

  

  The [F]t.v. cameras [Am]rolled

  

  Then they cut to the [F]announcer,[Am] 

  

  And the [F]story was told [Am]

  

  

  [F]   [G] / / /  / / / 				(barre chords)

  [F]   [G] / / /  / / /

  [F]   [G] / / /  / / / [Am]...

  

  

  The artist looked at the producer, the producer sat back

  He said "what we have got here is a perfect track

  But we don't have a vocal and we don't have a song

  If we could get these things accomplished nothing else could go wrong"

  So he balanced the ashtray as he picked up the phone

  And said "send me a songwriter who's drifted far from home

  And make sure that he's hungry and make sure he's alone

  Send me a cheeseburger and a new 'rolling stone'

  Yeah

  

  "There's still crime in the city", said the cop on the beat

  "I don't know if i can stop it, I feel like meat on the street

  They paint my car like a target, I take my orders from fools

  Meanwhile some kid blows my head off well I play by their rules

  That's why I'm doin' it my way I took the law in my own hand

  So here i am in the alleyway a wad of cash in my pants

  I get paid by a ten year old he says he looks up to me

  There's still crime in the city but it's good to be free

  Yeah

  

  Well I come from a family that has a broken home

  Sometimes I talk to daddy on the telephone

  When he says that he loves me i know that he does

  But I wish I could see him I wish I knew where he was

  But that's the way all my friends are except maybe one or two

  Wish I could see him this weekend wish I could walk in his shoes

  But now I'm doing my own thing wometimes I'm good then I'm bad

  Although my home has been broken it's the best home I ever had

  Yeah

  

  Well I keep getting younger my life's been funny that way

  Before I ever learned to talk I forgot what to say

  I sassed back to my mom I sassed back at my teacher

  I got thrown out of bible school for sassing back at the preacher

  Then I grew up to be a fireman put every fire in town

  Put out anything smokin' but when I put the hose down

  The judge sent me to prison gave me life without parole

  Wish I never put the hose down wish I never got old

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  #notes: it's redundant to add in the additional [Am] chord,

  #but anyone who knows this song will know what we mean - change from

  #Am to F (or Dm, G or whatever the chord change is) over the space of three 

  #stokes e.g 002210  000010 x33211

  #

  #(this is what the previous poster has indicated by B, Bs2, G)

  

  

  

  

  

   


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Grille d'accords Crime in the city, de Neil young 

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