Crime In The City (Young Neil)

intro: Am 0 Am F Am 0 Am F Am Am F Well the cop made the show-down Am Am F He was sure he was right Am Am F He had all of the low-down Am Am F From the bank-heist last night Dm G His best friend was the robber, Dm G And his wife was a thief Dm G All his children were killers, Dm G F He couldn't get no relief G The bungalow was surrounded F G When a voice loud and clear F G Said "Come on out with your hands up F Or we'll blow you out of here" G Am F There was a face in the window Am F The t.v. cameras rolled Am F Then they cut to the announcer, Am F And the story was told 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