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Crime In The City by Neil Young
Crime In The City
Intro
Listen to the song to get the pattern, it really just sounds like messy picking, but
well with the distortion.
--0h2-2-0-2-2p0-2-0-0~-3---3-0-0------0--0-0-0-0~-3---3----|
--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0~-0-0---0-3b-2-3-2b-0-2-0-0~-0-0------|
--0-0---0-----------0~-0-0---0-0--0-0-0--0-0-0-0~-0-0------|
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Verse
Similar to Intro
--0h2-2-0-2-2p0-2-2-0~-3-|
--0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0~-0-| Mess around with that...Improvize!
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0:42 "His best friend was a robber"
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-777-0--2~---|
-555-0--0~---|
0:57 "The bungalo was surrounded"
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-777-0--5~---|
-555-0--3~---|
Picking part again...
1:26 ... Strum The A Chord... (Strum open strings twice in the middle...listen to the song to hear it.)
A
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1:32
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-777-55-77-----| or |-----444-22-44--|
-777-55-77----------------444-22-44--|
-555-33-55----------------222-00-22--|
( I'm not going to tab the solo because I suck at solos and it will take longer than 5 minutes :P )
Keep Repeating all of this Stuff as it is in the song...
Then...around 3:50
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4:18
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---------------12-11-----------| Then go Into Strumming A again
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Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come on out
With your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here.
There was a face in the window
The TV cameras rolled
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told.
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.
Yeah.
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.
Yeah.
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
Yeah.
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.
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version 2
G Am G Am Am G Am Am G Am Am G Am
Am Asus2 Am G F Am Asus2 Am G F
Am Am G F Am Am G F
Well the cop made the showdown, he was sure he was right
Am Am G F Am Am G F
He had all of the lowdown from the bank heist last night
G Dm G Dm
His best friend was a robber and his wife was a thief
G Dm G Dm
All the children were killers, they couldn't get no relief
G F G F
The bungalow was surrounded when a voice loud and clear
G F G F
Said "Come on out with your hands up or we'll blow you outta here"
Am Am G F Am Am
There was a face in the window, the TV cameras rolled
G F Am Am G F Am Am G F
Then they cut to the announcer and the story was told
REPEAT INTRO (after each verse except for Bridge)
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," yeah
"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," Yeah
BRIDGE (play slower):
C G F G ...then Intro at usual speed
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, yeah
BRIDGE (as before)
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
NOTE: Neil sometimes plays this tuned down one whole step, so in that
case the chords are A and Bm and so on.
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version 3
Firstly this song is played down a step ie tuned down.
With standard tuning = EADGBE,
Then CITC tuning = DGCFAD (to be in tune with the CD)
So the chords played are Bm & G, not Am & F but tuned down, if you get my drift..
Play Bm with the index finger over the E & B strings, 2nd fret and the thumb over the
E string, 2nd fret.
This is played, picking the notes while playing the chords.
If you play this in standard tuning it will be a step too high. But tuned down, it will
in tune with the Freedom version.
E ---2--2--0--2--2--0--3----2-----------------------3---|
B ---3-----------------0----3--3--2--3--2--0--2--0--0---|
G ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|
D ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|
A ---2-----------------2----2-----------------------2---|
E ---2-----------------3----2-----------------------3---|
Bm G Bm G
E ---2--2--0--2--0--2--3----2-----------------------3---|
B ---3-----------------0----3--3--2--3--2--0--2--0--0---|
G ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|
D ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|
A ---2-----------------2----2-----------------------2---|
E ---2-----------------3----2-----------------------3---|
Bm G Bm
Chords:
Bm A*
DGCFAD DGCFAD
224432 222222(Bar)
^^^^ ^^^^
^ = emphasis on these strings while struming
Intro:
A
Bm A* Bm 4x
Bm A* G 2x
Bm Bm A* G
Well, the cop made the showdown
Bm Bm A* G
He was sure he was right
Bm Bm A* G
He had all of the lowdown
Bm Bm A* G
Em
From the bank heist last night
A Em
His best friend was the robber
A Em
And his wife was a thief
A Em
All the children were killers
A G
They couldn't get no relief
A G
The bungalow was surrounded
A G
When a voice loud and clear
A G
Said, Come on out with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here.
Bm A*
There was a face in the window
G Bm A*
The TV cameras rolled
G Bm A*
Then they cut to the announcer
G Bm A* G A
And the story was told.
Bm A* Bm
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.
Yeah.
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.
Yeah.
D A G A
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
Yeah.
D A G A
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.
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