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Crime in the City Neil Young
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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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