| D2 | C | |
| And I k | now most of you either do | n't believe it's ture |
| Gsus Dm/F (riff) |
| Or else you don't know what to do, or maybe I'm singing about you who knows? |
| It's incredibly sick, you can feel it as across the land it flows |
| Prejudice is slick, when it's a word game it festers and grows |
| Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go |
| You can feel it as it's rumblin' let emotions keep a-tumblin' |
| Then, as cities start to crumblin' mostly empty bellies grumblin' here we go |
| (riff 4 times) |
| People see somebody different, fear is the first reaction shown |
| Then they think they've got him licked, |
| the barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow |
| A human spirit is devoured, the remains left to carrion crow |
| I was told that life is change and yet history remains |
| Does it always stay the same? Do we shrug it off and say only God knows |
| (riff 4 times) |
| By and by, somebody usually goes |
| Down to the ghetto, try and help, but they don't know why folks treat |
| them cold |
| And the rich keep getting richer, and the rest of us just keep getting old |
| You see, one must have a mission in order to be a good Christian |
| If you don't you will be missing High Mass or the evening show |
| And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown |
| Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they owe |
| And you can't prove them wrong, they're so God damn sure they know |
| D2 | C | |
| I have se | en these things with my | very own eyes |
| Gsus | Dm/F | |
| And def | ended my battered soul, it must be t | oo tough to die |
| D2 | C | Gsus | |
| A | merican propaganda, South A | frican lies will not fo | rce me to take up arms |
| Dm/F | |
| That's my en | emy's pride |
| D2 | C | |
| and I won't f | ight by his rules, that's | foolishness besides |
| Gsus | Dm/F | |
| His ig | norance is gonna do him in and n | obody's gonna cry |
| D2 | C | |
| Because his ch | ildren, they are growing up and p | lainly tired of putting up |
| Gsus | Dm/F | |
| Wi | th bigots and their si | lver cups |
| D (riff 4 last time end |
| w/ A) |
| They're fed up, they might throw up on you, alright |
| CHORDS: |
| D | D2 | C | F | C2 | Gsus2 | Dm/F | A |
D --0----7----5----3----x----0----0----x----- A --0----5----3----3----3----0----0----0----- D --0----0----0----0----x----0----0----x----- D --0----0----0----0----5----0----0----2----- D --0----0----0----0----0----5----3----0----- D --0----0----0----0----0----5----3----0-----
| RIFF: |
| D2 | C | F | D |
D --7p5h7--5--3-------0----- A --5------3--3--3----0----- D -------------------------- D ---------------5---------- D -------------------------- D --0--------------0-----0--
| NOTE: I didn't attempt to provide timing or total accuracy on the riff. |
| The important thing is to keep the bass note going while the other |
| strings are being played. |
| Also, the tuning can also be E E E E B E, as if a capo was |
| placed on the second fret. Between these two tunings, one can play the |
| other Stills songs 4+20, Suite: Judy Blue Eyes, and We Are Not |
| Helpless. |
| (from Stephen Stills 2, 1971. Also on the CSN box set) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |