Neil Young - Crime In The City Chords

Main Riff
 
         
         
         
         
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No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
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

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.