Inner City Blues - Sixto Rodriguez (lyrics) Chords
Tempo:
119.6 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
A
E
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N]
[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, [C#] began to cry.
[F#] She shot it.
Met a girl from [B] Dearborn, early six o'clock this morning.
[F#]
[B] Asked about the banks, the bourbon's such a drag, [F#] won't go back.
[A] Cause Papa don't allow [E] no new ideas [F#] here.
[A] And now he sees the news, [E] but the [B] picture's not [F#] too 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.
Seven jealous fools playing [B] by her rules.
Can't [F#] believe her.
[B] He feels so in between, can't break the scene.
It would [F#] grieve her.
And that's the reason why he [C#] must cry.
He'll [F#] never leave her.
Crooked children, yellow chalk [B] writing on a concrete [F#] wall, their king died.
[B] Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up [F#] sweet red wine.
[A] Cause Papa don't allow [E] no new ideas [F#] here.
[A] And now you hear the music, but [E] the words [B] don't sound [F#] too clear.
[B] Mama, Papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught without [F#] 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, I [B] wonder.
[F#] The wind splashing my face, can [C#] smell the trace 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, [C#] began to cry.
[F#] She shot it.
Met a girl from [B] Dearborn, early six o'clock this morning.
[F#]
[B] Asked about the banks, the bourbon's such a drag, [F#] won't go back.
[A] Cause Papa don't allow [E] no new ideas [F#] here.
[A] And now he sees the news, [E] but the [B] picture's not [F#] too 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.
Seven jealous fools playing [B] by her rules.
Can't [F#] believe her.
[B] He feels so in between, can't break the scene.
It would [F#] grieve her.
And that's the reason why he [C#] must cry.
He'll [F#] never leave her.
Crooked children, yellow chalk [B] writing on a concrete [F#] wall, their king died.
[B] Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up [F#] sweet red wine.
[A] Cause Papa don't allow [E] no new ideas [F#] here.
[A] And now you hear the music, but [E] the words [B] don't sound [F#] too clear.
[B] Mama, Papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught without [F#] 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, I [B] wonder.
[F#] The wind splashing my face, can [C#] smell the trace of thunder.
Key:
F#
B
A
E
C#
F#
B
A
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [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, [C#] began to cry.
[F#] She shot it. _ _
_ _ _ _ Met a girl from [B] Dearborn, early six o'clock this morning.
[F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] Asked about the banks, the bourbon's such a drag, [F#] won't go back. _
_ _ _ _ [A] Cause Papa don't allow [E] no new ideas [F#] here. _
_ _ _ _ [A] And now he sees the news, [E] but the [B] picture's not [F#] too 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. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Seven jealous fools playing [B] by her rules.
Can't [F#] believe her.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] He feels so in between, can't break the scene.
It would [F#] grieve her.
_ _ _ _ And that's the reason why he [C#] must cry.
He'll [F#] never leave her.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Crooked children, yellow chalk [B] writing on a concrete [F#] wall, their king died.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up [F#] sweet red wine.
_ _ _ _ [A] Cause Papa don't allow [E] no new ideas [F#] here. _ _
_ _ _ [A] And now you hear the music, but [E] the words [B] don't sound [F#] too clear. _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] Mama, Papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught without [F#] 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, I [B] wonder. _
_ _ _ _ [F#] The wind splashing my face, can [C#] smell the trace of thunder. _ _
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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, [C#] began to cry.
[F#] She shot it. _ _
_ _ _ _ Met a girl from [B] Dearborn, early six o'clock this morning.
[F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [B] Asked about the banks, the bourbon's such a drag, [F#] won't go back. _
_ _ _ _ [A] Cause Papa don't allow [E] no new ideas [F#] here. _
_ _ _ _ [A] And now he sees the news, [E] but the [B] picture's not [F#] too 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. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Seven jealous fools playing [B] by her rules.
Can't [F#] believe her.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] He feels so in between, can't break the scene.
It would [F#] grieve her.
_ _ _ _ And that's the reason why he [C#] must cry.
He'll [F#] never leave her.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Crooked children, yellow chalk [B] writing on a concrete [F#] wall, their king died.
_ _ _ _ _ [B] Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up [F#] sweet red wine.
_ _ _ _ [A] Cause Papa don't allow [E] no new ideas [F#] here. _ _
_ _ _ [A] And now you hear the music, but [E] the words [B] don't sound [F#] too clear. _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] Mama, Papa's not sure what you got.
Soon you may be caught without [F#] 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, I [B] wonder. _
_ _ _ _ [F#] The wind splashing my face, can [C#] smell the trace of thunder. _ _
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