Chords/Tabulature for
Crime In The City

Submitted by: Matt Mohler (mattmohler@starpower.net)

Notes about this song:

• Matt says: "I saw Neil in Columbia, MD, solo acoustic, during the Freedom tour. I was really close and watched him play Crime in the City. It looked like this to me."
• Tuning: Dropped D (DADGBE).

Chords:
  G      550003
  G(iii) 5x5433
  G5     555xxx
  G6     550000
  C      x32010
  F      3x3211
  F5     333xxx
  A5     777xxx
  D5     00023x

G    (4 measures)

A5    G5    A5    (4 times)

A5    G5    A5    G5    F5    (twice)

Verse:
         A5                    G5   F5
Well the cop made the showdown
       A5                G5   F5
He was sure he was right
       A5                 G5   F5
He had all of the lowdown
         A5                    G5    F5
From the bank heist last night

D5                           G(iii) D5
His best friend was a robber
D5                   G(iii) D5
His wife was a thief
D5                            G(iii) D5
All the children were killers
D5                         G(iii) F
Who couldn't get no relief

F                           G(iii) F
The bungalow was surrounded
F                           G(iii) F
When a voice loud and clear
F                                  G(iii) F
Said come on out with you hands up
F
Or we'll blow you outta here

                        A5      G5 F5
There was a face in the window
               A5     G5 F5
The TV cameras rolled
                      A5       G5 F5
Then they cut to the announcer
                  A5    G5 F5
And the story was told

G5    F5

Verse:
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.

G5    F5

Verse:
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.

G5    F5
G6    (2 measures)
G     (2 measures)
F     (2 measures)

Verse:
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

G5    F5
G6    (2 measures)
G     (2 measures)
F     (2 measures)
C     (2 measures)
G     (2 measures)
F     (2 measures)

Verse:
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.

repeat A5    G5    F5 and fade