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Crime in the city Neil Young
[G] [Am] [G] [Am] [Am] [G] [Am] [Am] [G] [Am] [Am] [G] [Am] [Am] [Asus2] [Am] [G] [F] [Am] [Asus2] [Am] [G] [F] [Am]Well the cop made the showdo[Am]wn,[G] [F] he was s[Am]ure he was right[Am] [G] [F]
He had [Am]all of the lowdo[Am]wn [G] [F] from the b[Am]ank heist last night[Am] [G] [F]
[G] [Dm] His best friend was a robber [G] [Dm] and his wife was a thief
[G] [Dm] All the children were killers,[G] [Dm] they 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 outta here"
There was a face in the w[Am]indo[Am]w, t[G]he T[F]V cameras rol[Am]led[Am]
[G]Then they c[F]ut to the an[Am]nounc[Am]er [G] and t[F]he sto[Am]ry was told[Am] [G] [F]
REPEAT INTRO (after each verse except for Bridge)
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 nothin' 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, 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 hands
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
BRIDGE (play slower):
C G F G ...then Intro at usual speed
Now 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 doin' my own thing, sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken, it's the best home I ever had, yeah
BRIDGE (as before)
Well, I keep gettin' 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 to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school for sassin' back at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a fireman, put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin', but when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison, he gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose down, wish I never got old
NOTE: Neil sometimes plays this tuned down one whole step, so in that
case the chords are A and Bm and so on.
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