Тональность

 
City Blues

From the Album: "Cold Fact"
   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.