Inner City Blues

	  		

Intro: 
E, Em, A Etc. 


Verse: 
E                                          A 
Going down a dirty inner city side road, I plotted 
E                                       A 
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi, I nodded 
E                              B5          E 
Looked up as the sky began to cry, she shot it 
E                           A                                   E 
Meet a girl from Dearborn, early six o-clock this morn, a cold fact 
A                                                       E 
Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag, wont go back 


Chorus: 
G                         D        A      E 
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas round here 
G                                   D      A        E 
And now he sees the news, but the pictures not too clear 
A                                                                      E 
Mama, Papa, stop, treasure what you got; soon you may be caught without it 
A                                                           E 
The curfews set for eight; will it ever all be straight? I doubt it. 


Verse: 
E                                   A                    E 
Seven jealous fools playing by her rules, can't believe her 
A                                                               E 
He feels so in between, can't break the scene, it would grieve her 
E                                 B5                      A 
And that's the reason why he must cry, he'll never leave her. 
E                                A                                      
  E 
Crooked children, yellow chalk writing on the concrete walk, their King died 
A                                                                 E 
Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up, sweet red wine 


Chorus: 
G                         D         A     E 
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas round here 
G                                    D           A          E 
And now you hear the music, but the words don't sound too clear. 
A                                                                       E 
Mama, Papa, stop. Treasure what you got. Soon you may be caught without it 
A                                                                E 
The curfews set for eight will it ever all be straight? I doubt it. 


Outro: 
E                                             A 
Going down a dusty, Georgian side road, I wonder 
E                                  B5                     E 
The wind splashed in my face, can smell a trace, of thunder.