Chords for Corey Smith live performing "Fuck the Po Po" LiveInTheMusic.com

[G] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ I don't know if this festival is ready for the po-po.
I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ truly wasn't expecting to play the po-po song this whole weekend. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well I'm not going to be held responsible for this.
This is all you. _ _
_ _ [Ab] _ Someone make us leave our house and go [Eb] to the beach for this.
I'm glad [N] we're not here. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I always claim myself before I go into this song
because I'm going to offend about 5% of you.
_ _ _ Sometimes _ _ _ _ _ _ being a songwriter is difficult
because if you're a decent songwriter
[Fm] then you have [B] to be honest no [N] matter what.
_ And if you're honest then sooner or later you're going to piss somebody off. _ _ _
This song, it's pissed some people off.
But it's based on a true story. _ _
_ I got locked up one night in my hometown
because I said _ fuck to a cop at a roadblock. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I _ _ _ had to spend a night in jail.
I had to pay $300 bail.
_ _ And then to add insult to injury
they stole half the cash that was in my pocket. _
I was real pissed off.
_ _ And I know what you're thinking.
_ _ I wasn't like, fuck you, _ _ fuck off, or go fuck yourself.
_ There's a lot of different ways to use that word.
_ _ My use of it was more like, what the fuck? _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I _ _ _ _ _ _ still got locked up and all this really happened. _ _ _ _ _
_ Eventually they dropped all the charges. _
_ _ It's not illegal to say fuck to a cop.
_ But I never got my bail money back.
I never got that night of my life back.
It still sucked.
I figured rather than go through the whole court system
I would just exercise my freedom of speech
and write that in a song.
_ _ I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ want to be clear.
This is not for all cops.
_ I love the [Abm] police.
They protect me every night I'm out.
We need law and order and we [Bb] should respect the police.
This song is for [N] the three cops that arrested me
and not for all of them, especially the ones that are here tonight.
Thank _ you _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ all for having me here.
This might be my last song.
I just don't have [D] a chance. _ _ _ _ _ _
It's called Fuck the Cop. _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
Blue lights flashing, we got traffic stopping
Highway 11 [Dm] turned into [G] a permanent _ roadblock.
_ _ [D] I wasn't [G] driving, my wife was my DD
and she hadn't drank a [Dm] drop, stuck our house up [G] by the JPD.
_ _ _ [A] And I said, hey dude, can't [G] you just leave her alone?
_ [A] She ain't done nothing wrong, man, [G] we just want to go home.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [D] Cause I was mad as [A] hell thinking fuck the [G] fuck police.
_ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ And they [A] wonder why the folks don't trust them [G] no more.
Oh, [A] _ _ _ _
[G] and I'm not a guest [A] though, and I'm saying fuck the [G] pope.
_ [D] _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] So _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
I _ got arrested just for speaking up
and that cop said, [D] boy, the only right [G] you have is to shut the fuck up.
_ _ Now I'm a jailbird, I've done time in the pen
and I got a real [D] messed up story [G] to tell all my friends.
Yeah, [A] my name was in the newspaper [G] in my hometown.
_ [A] They ruined my _ reputation [G] because I didn't bow down, hell no.
_ _ _ [D] _
And I'm mad as [A] hell saying fuck [G] the pope.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ Fuck the pope.
And they wonder [A] why the folks don't trust them [G] no more.
_ [A] Oh, _ _ _ and [G] I'm not gonna let them [A] go, and I'm saying fuck the [D] pope.
Fuck the pope. _ _
[G] Fuck _ _ the pope.
[D] _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[D] Two fingers in the air for the JPD, [G] the long arm of the law coming down on me.
[D] Now I understand why all those [G] rappers are mad.
They must have been treated as badly as I have.
Now I'm [D] screaming bug like fuck the [G] pope,
fucking murderers out in the road,
whenever the [D] cops go by, they put roadblocks in front of [G] my house, man.
Starting to feel like I live under the [D] Taliban.
Can't drive home without a gun [G] to my face.
Thursdays through Sunday, they're invading my space, telling me it's for [D] my sake.
They're keeping the [G] streets safe, getting the drunks off of the highway.
[D] But I say man, that's a big fucking [G] lie.
It's all about the money from the DUI,
cause otherwise we'd [D] be caught out in front of [G] this bar,
giving free red light before we get in a car.
[D] They said they just hide about three miles [G] away,
sitting waiting for one of us to make a mistake.
[D] Drinking a little too much, you'll be caught for [G] stuff,
and probably roughed up if you complain enough.
You'll be carted [D] off to jail in the land of the free,
[G] and other than some of these road zealots, JV.
[D] Now don't get me wrong, I don't mean [G] disrespect.
There's a lot of good cops who serve and protect.
They boldly [D] put their lives on the [Bm] line to [G] protect our rights,
and give us peace of mind.
[D] But for every cop who thinks his badge is [G] a crown,
this song's for you, and I don't ever [Dm] think I'll ever see you again.
_ _ I'm _ [A] _ saying, fuck a po [G]-po.
_ Oh, [A] _
_ _ _ [G] and I'm not gonna let [A] this go.
And I'm saying, fuck a [Dm] po-po, yeah.
_ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _
Po [D]-po, yeah.
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