Crime In The City chords

intro: Am 0 Am F Am 0 Am F

Well the [Am]cop made the show-down [Ami] , [F]
He was [Am]sure he was right [Ami] , [F]
He had [Am]all of the low-down[Ami] , [F]
From the [Am]bank-heist last night[Ami] , [F]

[Dm]His best friend was the robber,[G]
[Dm]And his wife was a thief[G]
[Dm]All his children were killers, [G]
[Dm]He couldn't get no relief [G] , [F]

The bungalow was surrounded [G]
W[F]hen a voice loud and clear [G]
S[F]aid "Come on out with your hands up [G]
[F]Or we'll blow you out of here"

There was a f[G]ace in the [Am]window [F]
The t.v. [Am]cameras rolled[F]
Then they cut to the an[Am]nouncer,[F]
And the s[Am]tory was told [F]


solo: F G F G F G Am (barre chords)

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

solo: F G F G F G Am (barre chords)

"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

solo: F G F G F G Am (barre chords)

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
sometimes I'm good then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
it's the best home I ever had
Yeah

solo: F G F G F G Am (barre chords)

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