Crime In The City Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Bm G Bm G

Bm G Bm

Chords:

Bm A

  D2G2C4F4A3D2 D2G2C2F2A2D2(Bar)

^^^^ ^^^^

^ = emphasis on these strings while struming

Intro

A

  Bm A* Bm 4x

  Bm A* G 2x

  Well, the cBmop made the showdown Bm A G

  He was sBmure he was right Bm A G

  He had Bmall of the lowdown Bm A G

Bm Bm A G

  Em From the bank heist last night

  His best friend was the robber A Em

  And his wife was a thief A Em

  All the children were killers A Em

  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 A G

Or we'll blow you out of here.

  There was a face in the window Bm A

  The TV camGeras roBmlled A

  Then they cGut to the annouBmncer A

  And the stoGry was told. Bm A G A

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.