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| Bb | 1 | 3 | 3 | 3 | 1 | |
| A | 0 | 2 | 2 | 2 | 0 |
| B | 2 | 4 | 4 | 4 | 2 | |
| N.C. |
| G | C | C/B | |
| It was the town that made America | famous |
| Am D G The churches full and the kids |
| gone to hell |
| G | |
| Six traffic lights, and seven cops |
| C | C | C/B | |
| And | all the streets kept clea | n |
| Am | D | C | G | |
| The supermarket and the d | rug store and the b | ars all doin' w | ell |
| G | C | C/B | |
| Now they were the folks that made America | famous |
| Am | C | D | G | |
| Our | local fire depar | tment stocked with | short-haired volunt | eers |
| G | |
| And on Saturday night, while America boozes |
| C | C | C/B | |
| The | fire department showed dirty | movies |
| Am | C/B | Am | C/G | Am | C/G | |
| The | lawyer and the grocer s | eein' t | heir | dreams come to life on th | e movie scr | een |
| F | D | C | |
| While the plumber hopes that he | won't be seen, as he | tries to hide his fears |
| G | |
| And he wipes away his | tears |
| Bb | A | |
| But | somethin's burinin' | somewhere |
| B | G | |
| DOES | ANYBODY | CARE? |
| G | C | C/B | |
| We were the kids that made America | famous |
| Am | D | G | |
| The | kind of kids that long since drove our | parents to | despair |
| G | |
| We were lazy long-hairs droppin' out |
| C | C | C/B | |
| Lost, confused, and coppin' | out |
| Am | D | |
| Convinced our futures | were in doubt |
| C | G | |
| And tryin' not to | care |
| G | C | C/B | |
| We lived in the house that made America | famous |
| Am | C | D | G | |
| It was a | run-down slum, the | shame of all the | decent folks in | town |
| G | |
| We're hippies and some welfare cases |
| C | C | C/B | |
| Crowded families of | cold, black | faces |
| Am | C/B | Am | |
| Cramped inside some cracked o | ld boar | ds |
| C/G | Am | C/G | |
| The best that we all coul | d affor | d |
| F | D | C | |
| But still too fine for the | rich landlord to ever | tear it down |
| G | |
| And we could hear the sound |
| Bb | A | |
| Of | somethin' burnin' | somewhere |
| B | G | |
| IS A | NYBODY T | HERE? |
| G | C | C/B | |
| We all lived the life that made America | famous |
| Am | D | G | |
| Our | cops would make a point to shadow | us around our | town |
| G | C | C | C/B | |
| And we love children put a swastika on the | bright red firehouse | door |
| Am | D | C | G | |
| America, the | beautiful, it | makes a body | proud |
| G | C | C/B | |
| And then came the night that made America | famous |
| Am | C | D | G | |
| Was it | carelessness or | someone's sick | idea of a | joke? |
| G | C | C | C/B | |
| In the | tinder-box trap we hippies lived in | someone struck a | spark |
| Am | C/B | Am | |
| At | first I thought that I was | dreami | n' |
| C/G | Am | C/G | |
| Then I saw the first flames | gleami | n' |
| F | D | |
| And heard the sound of | children screamin' |
| C | G | |
| Comin' through the | smoke |
| Bb | A | |
| And | somethin's burnin' | somewhere |
| B | G | |
| DOES | ANYBODY | CARE? |
| G | C | C/B | |
| Oh, it was the fire that made America | famous |
| Am | D | G | |
| The | sirens wailed and the firemen stumbled | sleepin' from their | homes |
| G | |
| And when the plumber yelled, "C'mon, let's go!" |
| C | C | C/B | |
| They saw what was burnin' and said, "T | ake it | slow" |
| Am | |
| "Let 'em sweat a little" |
| D | |
| "They'll never know" |
| C | |
| "And besides, we just cleaned the chrome" |
| N.C. G |
| Said the plumber, "Then I'm goin' alone" |
| G | |
| Well he rolled on up in the fire truck |
| Am | |
| And raised the ladder to the ledge |
| C | C/B | Am | D | |
| While | me and my girl and a | couple of kids were | clinging like bats to the | edge |
| G | |
| We staggered to salvation |
| C | C | C/B | |
| Collapsed on the stree | t |
| Am | D | |
| And | I never thought that a | fat man's face |
| C | G | |
| Would | ever look so | sweet |
| G | C | C/B | |
| I shook his hand in the scene that made America | famous |
| Am | D | G | |
| And he | smiled from the heart that | made America | great |
| G | C | C | C/B | |
| We spent the | rest of that night in the home of this man that | we'd never known | befor | e |
| Am | D | C | G | |
| It's | funny; when you | get that close, it's | kind of hard to | hate |
| G | C | C/B | |
| I went to sleep with the hope that made America | famous |
| Am | C | D | G | |
| I had the | kind of a dream that | maybe they're still | trying to teach in | school |
| G | C | C/B | |
| O' the America that made America | famous |
| Am | C/B | Am | |
| And of the people who just might | underst | and |
| C/G | Am | C/G | |
| That how together, | yes we | can |
| F | |
| Create a country better than |
| D | |
| The one we have made of this land |
| F | |
| We have the choice |
| F | |
| To make each man |
| D | |
| Who dares to dream |
| D | |
| Reachin' out his hand |
| C | G | |
| A prophet or just a crazy damn dreamer or a | fraud |
| C | G | |
| Yes, a | crazy | fraud |
| Bb | A | |
| and | somethin's burnin' | somewhere |
| B | G | |
| DOES ANYBODY | CARE? |
| G | |
| IS ANYBODY | THERE? |
| G | |
| IS ANYBODY | THERE????? |
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