God Save Rock And Roll

	  		
Intro: (G) 

G 
Boy next door not too complacent 
Lost till he found how to pound the pavement 
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He walked like a saint lost far in a world of sin 

No mama to assure his situation 
A misfit piss poor education 
He talked a big game but never could seem to win 

                 C                                                    G 
And southwest Detroit ain?t a place to talk no trash 
              D                                   C                              G 
You can throw some dap but it?s best not to flash no cash 
You grow up quick, fightin? for the upper end of lower class 
And sometimes ya feel like sand in an hour glass 
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul 
You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll 

G 
He got a four piece band for his graduation 
A second hand van and they toured the nation 
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But no one seemed to ever wanna sing a long 

They headed out west to find salvation 
But the Sunset Strip?s a big temptation 
The girls and cocaine seemed to write every song 

C                                                    G 
But east LA ain?t a place to talk no trash 
              D                              C                         G 
You can play for tips but how long can that life last 
You grow up quick, writin? checks your ass can?t cash 
And sometimes ya feel like life?s movin? way too fast 
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul 
You better find your way and pray God save rock n roll 

          C                         G 
Yeah God, save rock n roll 
                   D                 C                                G 
If you could find a way I swear I won?t sell my soul 
Hey God, save rock roll 
Pave the way and hey God save rock n roll 

Solo: (C G D C G) 

           G 
He got pegged to be the next sensation 
A big fat check for his aggravation 
          D                      C                                       G 
And a renegade spot tucked way high up in the hills 

His songs played strong on every station 
And MTV in full rotation 
And his garage was filled up with big Cadillac DeVilles 

He sold his soul it was fabrication 
Found success but lost his patience 
Cuz livin? on the road ain?t all it?s cracked up to be 

He got dropped in the middle of consolidation 
His wife took half and then taxation 
Left him right back at the alter on his knees 

                C                                                     G 
And southwest Detroit ain?t a place to talk no trash 
        D                       C                         G 
Hey mister big shot, how?s it feel to be back? 
Yeah you made it, became a member of the upper class 
Forgot your roots and made everybody kiss your ass 
Hey there young man, I bet ya never thought you?d get this old 
           D 
I?m still tryin? to be, I?m still singin? in key, I?m still livin? free 
     C                                                   G 
So fuck you all I said long live rock n roll!