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Neil Young - Crime In The City tab
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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
[ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/n/neil-young/45457.html ]
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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