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Crime In The City

Neil Young

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Firstly this song is played down a step ie tuned down. With standard tuning = EADGBE, Then CITC tuning = DGCFAD (to be in tune with the CD) So the chords played are Bm & G, not Am & F but tuned down, if you get my drift.. Play Bm with the index finger over the E & B strings, 2nd fret and the thumb over the E string, 2nd fret. This is played, picking the notes while playing the chords. If you play this in standard tuning it will be a step too high. But tuned down, it will in tune with the Freedom version. E ---2--2--0--2--2--0--3----2-----------------------3---| B ---3-----------------0----3--3--2--3--2--0--2--0--0---| G ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---| D ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---| A ---2-----------------2----2-----------------------2---| E ---2-----------------3----2-----------------------3---| Bm G Bm G E ---2--2--0--2--0--2--3----2-----------------------3---| B ---3-----------------0----3--3--2--3--2--0--2--0--0---| G ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---| D ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---| A ---2-----------------2----2-----------------------2---| E ---2-----------------3----2-----------------------3---| Bm G Bm Chords: Bm A* DGCFAD DGCFAD 224432 222222(Bar) ^^^^ ^^^^ ^ = emphasis on these strings while struming Intro: A Bm A* Bm 4x Bm A* G 2x Bm Bm A* G Well, the cop made the showdown Bm Bm A* G He was sure he was right Bm Bm A* G He had all of the lowdown Bm Bm A* G Em From the bank heist last night A Em His best friend was the robber A Em And his wife was a thief A Em All the children were killers A G They couldn't get no relief A G The bungalow was surrounded A G When a voice loud and clear A G Said, Come on out with your hands up Or we'll blow you out of here. Bm A* There was a face in the window G Bm A* The TV cameras rolled G Bm A* Then they cut to the announcer G Bm A* G A And the story was told. Bm A* Bm 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. D A G A 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. D A G A 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.
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