Inner City Blues Chords by Rodriguez
Tempo:
121.05 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
A
E
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[B]
[F#]
Going down the dirty inner city side of the road, [B] I plotted.
[F#] Madness passed me by, she smiled high.
[B] I nodded,
[F#] looked up at the sky, began to cry.
She shot it.
I met a girl from the [B] corner, at least six o'clock this morning.
[F#] Kovacs,
[B] asked about the bags.
The burglar's such a drag, [F#] from Kovacs.
[A] Can papa know I've known [E] you [B] at the U [F#].S.A.
And [A] now he sees the news, but [E] the [B] picture's not [F#m] true for you.
[F#] [B] Mama, papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught [F#] without it.
[B] The curfew's set for eight.
Will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it.
Seven jealous fools [B] playing by her rules.
[F#] Can't believe her.
[B] He feels so in between, can't break the scene.
[F#] He'd retrieve her.
And that's the reason why he [C#] must cry.
He'll [F#] never leave her.
Crooked children, yellow [B] chalk, riding on a concrete walk, [F#] their king died.
[B] Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down, but seeing [F#] up sweet red wine.
[A] Can papa know [E] I've known you [B] at the [F#] U.S.A.
And [A]
now you hear the music, but [E] the words don't [B] sound too [F#]
clear.
[B]
Mama, papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught [F#] without it.
[B] The curfew's set for eight.
Will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it.
Going down the dusty Georgiana side of the road, [B] I wonder.
[F#] The wind's splashing my face, [C#] can smell a trace [F#] of thunder.
[B]
[F#]
Going down the dirty inner city side of the road, [B] I plotted.
[F#] Madness passed me by, she smiled high.
[B] I nodded,
[F#] looked up at the sky, began to cry.
She shot it.
I met a girl from the [B] corner, at least six o'clock this morning.
[F#] Kovacs,
[B] asked about the bags.
The burglar's such a drag, [F#] from Kovacs.
[A] Can papa know I've known [E] you [B] at the U [F#].S.A.
And [A] now he sees the news, but [E] the [B] picture's not [F#m] true for you.
[F#] [B] Mama, papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught [F#] without it.
[B] The curfew's set for eight.
Will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it.
Seven jealous fools [B] playing by her rules.
[F#] Can't believe her.
[B] He feels so in between, can't break the scene.
[F#] He'd retrieve her.
And that's the reason why he [C#] must cry.
He'll [F#] never leave her.
Crooked children, yellow [B] chalk, riding on a concrete walk, [F#] their king died.
[B] Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down, but seeing [F#] up sweet red wine.
[A] Can papa know [E] I've known you [B] at the [F#] U.S.A.
And [A]
now you hear the music, but [E] the words don't [B] sound too [F#]
clear.
[B]
Mama, papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught [F#] without it.
[B] The curfew's set for eight.
Will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it.
Going down the dusty Georgiana side of the road, [B] I wonder.
[F#] The wind's splashing my face, [C#] can smell a trace [F#] of thunder.
Key:
F#
B
A
E
C#
F#
B
A
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Going down the dirty inner city side of the road, [B] I plotted. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] Madness passed me by, she smiled high.
_ [B] I nodded, _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] looked up at the sky, began to cry.
She shot it. _
_ _ _ _ I met a girl from the [B] corner, at least six o'clock this morning.
[F#] Kovacs, _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] asked about the bags.
The burglar's such a drag, [F#] from Kovacs.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Can papa know I've known [E] you [B] at the U [F#].S.A. _
And _ _ _ _ [A] now he sees the news, but [E] the [B] picture's not [F#m] true for you.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] Mama, papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught [F#] without it. _ _ _ _
[B] The curfew's set for eight.
Will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Seven jealous fools [B] playing by her rules.
[F#] Can't believe her. _ _ _ _
[B] He feels so in between, can't break the scene.
[F#] He'd retrieve her. _ _ _ _
And that's the reason why he [C#] must cry.
He'll [F#] never leave her. _ _ _ _ _ _
Crooked children, yellow [B] chalk, riding on a concrete walk, [F#] their king died. _ _ _ _ _
[B] Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down, but seeing [F#] up sweet red wine.
_ _ _ _ [A] Can papa know [E] I've known you [B] at the [F#] U.S.A.
_ And _ _ _ _ [A]
now you hear the music, but [E] the words don't [B] sound too [F#]
clear.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B]
Mama, papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught [F#] without it. _ _ _ _
[B] The curfew's set for eight.
Will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it. _ _ _ _
Going down the dusty Georgiana side of the road, [B] I wonder. _ _ _ _ _
[F#] The wind's splashing my face, [C#] can smell a trace [F#] of thunder. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Going down the dirty inner city side of the road, [B] I plotted. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] Madness passed me by, she smiled high.
_ [B] I nodded, _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] looked up at the sky, began to cry.
She shot it. _
_ _ _ _ I met a girl from the [B] corner, at least six o'clock this morning.
[F#] Kovacs, _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] asked about the bags.
The burglar's such a drag, [F#] from Kovacs.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Can papa know I've known [E] you [B] at the U [F#].S.A. _
And _ _ _ _ [A] now he sees the news, but [E] the [B] picture's not [F#m] true for you.
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] Mama, papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught [F#] without it. _ _ _ _
[B] The curfew's set for eight.
Will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Seven jealous fools [B] playing by her rules.
[F#] Can't believe her. _ _ _ _
[B] He feels so in between, can't break the scene.
[F#] He'd retrieve her. _ _ _ _
And that's the reason why he [C#] must cry.
He'll [F#] never leave her. _ _ _ _ _ _
Crooked children, yellow [B] chalk, riding on a concrete walk, [F#] their king died. _ _ _ _ _
[B] Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down, but seeing [F#] up sweet red wine.
_ _ _ _ [A] Can papa know [E] I've known you [B] at the [F#] U.S.A.
_ And _ _ _ _ [A]
now you hear the music, but [E] the words don't [B] sound too [F#]
clear.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B]
Mama, papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught [F#] without it. _ _ _ _
[B] The curfew's set for eight.
Will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it. _ _ _ _
Going down the dusty Georgiana side of the road, [B] I wonder. _ _ _ _ _
[F#] The wind's splashing my face, [C#] can smell a trace [F#] of thunder. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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