Chords for Gil Scott Heron - Inner City Blues - HD
Tempo:
84.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
Bb
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
Rockets and moonshots and blame it on the heavens.
Money, we made it.
Yeah, but before we see it, they take it.
Yes, [A] make you want to holler right on.
[G] The way they do your life.
[A]
Make you want to holler right on.
The [Bb] way they do [B] your life.
[G]
Inflation means there ain't no chance.
And to increase a little bit of finance.
Bills, they're gonna pile up in the sky.
Send that boy off to die.
[A] Yes, make you want to holler right [G] on.
[Em] The way they do your life.
Make you want to [A] holler right [D] on.
[A] The [Bb] way they [B] do your [D] life.
[G]
Hang ups and let downs.
And bad rates and setbacks.
Natural, the natural factors.
I gave it an I-K [D]-Pay.
A [G] little taxing.
[Em] Yes, it make me want to holler sometimes.
And throw up both my hands.
[G] It make me want to holler sometimes.
[Bb] Throw [B] up both my [G] hands.
So you say you never heard of the inner city blues.
And what's more you don't understand at all.
What the ghetto people mean when they say living behind walls.
Well then put on your best suit, white [D] shirt and tie.
And run on downtown [Em] to standing [D] lines.
And a job washing dishes you may [G] not qualify.
Walk [D] a big hole in a brand new pair of [G] shoes.
And you've had your first look at the inner city blues.
Go looking for a place to live.
But all the while remember what lurks behind the devil's smile.
Are we stupid or just naive that we continue to believe.
Money can buy us anything.
Including [D] a slice of the [G] American dream.
Yeah, answer ads in the paper about houses for sale.
And get teary [A] like Charles Manson out on bail.
When you [Em] start to get frustrated by the tactics they [Db] use.
You'll [G] recognize the feeling.
[A] It's the inner [G] city blues.
Yeah, make me want to holler [Bb] sometimes.
And throw [Bm] up both your hands.
[G] And haven't you ever wondered about why some brothers and sisters were down and out.
Receiving [Gb] their sympathy from [G] a bottle of wine.
Or worse yet, old homicide.
Living their lives in a [D] glassine bag.
[G] Or facing the mysteries of terminal skag.
Some of our brothers parading in drag.
Another set of victims to whip the shoes.
Yeah, you can recognize that.
That's the inner city blues.
Makes you want to holler sometimes.
And throw up both your hands.
To see sweet sisters, the blossoms of our African tree.
Profiling on the [D] corner talking about [G] ten and three.
[D] Because in spite of all the money [G] we made and taxes we paid.
The woman was looking at hungry babes.
And some [A] decisions had to be made.
Did you tell her [G] it's better to go to your grave as a slave with a minimum wage.
Well, I hardly think so.
But make you want to holler [D] sometimes.
And throw up both your hands.
[Bb] [B] [Gm]
[G] And what happens when people start to feel they have nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Did you ever hear about Mark Essex and the things that made him choose to fight the inner city blues?
Yeah, Essex took to the rooftops guerrilla style.
And watched while all the crackers went wild.
But in 600 troops I [D] hear brand new [G] to see them cut with fear.
Essex fought back with a thousand rounds.
And New Orleans was a changing town.
And reddit hat tat tat [Am] tat tat was the [G] only sound.
Yeah, bring on the stone rifles to knock down walls.
Bring on the elephant [A] guns.
Bring on the helicopters to block [G] out the sun.
Yeah, made the devil want to holler.
Because eight was dead and a dozen [A] was down.
And crying for freedom was a brand new sound.
New York, [Bb] Chicago, Frisco, [B] LA.
[D] Justice was [G] served and the unjust were afraid.
Because after all the years and all the fears.
Brothers were alive the [D] courage found.
And [Db] spreading them god damn [G] blues around.
Yeah, make you want to holler black people.
And hold up both your hands.
And say liberate.
Crime is increasing.
And trigger a half of the nation.
Panic is spreading.
[D] [G]
And lord knows where we're heading.
[A] Yes, make you want to holler sometimes.
[G] [Em] And throw up both of your hands.
[G]
Make you want to holler sometimes.
[Bb] And throw up [B] both your hands.
[D] Throw up both your [Bm] hands.
Throw up both your hands.
[B]
Throw up both your hands.
[E] [Bm] [G]
Rockets and moonshots and blame it on the heavens.
Money, we made it.
Yeah, but before we see it, they take it.
Yes, [A] make you want to holler right on.
[G] The way they do your life.
[A]
Make you want to holler right on.
The [Bb] way they do [B] your life.
[G]
Inflation means there ain't no chance.
And to increase a little bit of finance.
Bills, they're gonna pile up in the sky.
Send that boy off to die.
[A] Yes, make you want to holler right [G] on.
[Em] The way they do your life.
Make you want to [A] holler right [D] on.
[A] The [Bb] way they [B] do your [D] life.
[G]
Hang ups and let downs.
And bad rates and setbacks.
Natural, the natural factors.
I gave it an I-K [D]-Pay.
A [G] little taxing.
[Em] Yes, it make me want to holler sometimes.
And throw up both my hands.
[G] It make me want to holler sometimes.
[Bb] Throw [B] up both my [G] hands.
So you say you never heard of the inner city blues.
And what's more you don't understand at all.
What the ghetto people mean when they say living behind walls.
Well then put on your best suit, white [D] shirt and tie.
And run on downtown [Em] to standing [D] lines.
And a job washing dishes you may [G] not qualify.
Walk [D] a big hole in a brand new pair of [G] shoes.
And you've had your first look at the inner city blues.
Go looking for a place to live.
But all the while remember what lurks behind the devil's smile.
Are we stupid or just naive that we continue to believe.
Money can buy us anything.
Including [D] a slice of the [G] American dream.
Yeah, answer ads in the paper about houses for sale.
And get teary [A] like Charles Manson out on bail.
When you [Em] start to get frustrated by the tactics they [Db] use.
You'll [G] recognize the feeling.
[A] It's the inner [G] city blues.
Yeah, make me want to holler [Bb] sometimes.
And throw [Bm] up both your hands.
[G] And haven't you ever wondered about why some brothers and sisters were down and out.
Receiving [Gb] their sympathy from [G] a bottle of wine.
Or worse yet, old homicide.
Living their lives in a [D] glassine bag.
[G] Or facing the mysteries of terminal skag.
Some of our brothers parading in drag.
Another set of victims to whip the shoes.
Yeah, you can recognize that.
That's the inner city blues.
Makes you want to holler sometimes.
And throw up both your hands.
To see sweet sisters, the blossoms of our African tree.
Profiling on the [D] corner talking about [G] ten and three.
[D] Because in spite of all the money [G] we made and taxes we paid.
The woman was looking at hungry babes.
And some [A] decisions had to be made.
Did you tell her [G] it's better to go to your grave as a slave with a minimum wage.
Well, I hardly think so.
But make you want to holler [D] sometimes.
And throw up both your hands.
[Bb] [B] [Gm]
[G] And what happens when people start to feel they have nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Did you ever hear about Mark Essex and the things that made him choose to fight the inner city blues?
Yeah, Essex took to the rooftops guerrilla style.
And watched while all the crackers went wild.
But in 600 troops I [D] hear brand new [G] to see them cut with fear.
Essex fought back with a thousand rounds.
And New Orleans was a changing town.
And reddit hat tat tat [Am] tat tat was the [G] only sound.
Yeah, bring on the stone rifles to knock down walls.
Bring on the elephant [A] guns.
Bring on the helicopters to block [G] out the sun.
Yeah, made the devil want to holler.
Because eight was dead and a dozen [A] was down.
And crying for freedom was a brand new sound.
New York, [Bb] Chicago, Frisco, [B] LA.
[D] Justice was [G] served and the unjust were afraid.
Because after all the years and all the fears.
Brothers were alive the [D] courage found.
And [Db] spreading them god damn [G] blues around.
Yeah, make you want to holler black people.
And hold up both your hands.
And say liberate.
Crime is increasing.
And trigger a half of the nation.
Panic is spreading.
[D] [G]
And lord knows where we're heading.
[A] Yes, make you want to holler sometimes.
[G] [Em] And throw up both of your hands.
[G]
Make you want to holler sometimes.
[Bb] And throw up [B] both your hands.
[D] Throw up both your [Bm] hands.
Throw up both your hands.
[B]
Throw up both your hands.
[E] [Bm] [G]
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Rockets and moonshots and _ blame it on the heavens. _ _ _
Money, we made it.
Yeah, but before we see it, they take it.
Yes, [A] make you want to holler right on.
[G] The way they do your life.
_ [A]
Make you want to holler right on.
The [Bb] way they do [B] your life.
[G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Inflation means there ain't no chance. _
And to increase a little bit of finance. _ _
Bills, they're gonna pile up in the sky. _
Send that boy off to die. _
[A] Yes, make you want to holler right [G] on.
[Em] The way they do your life.
Make you want to [A] holler right [D] on.
[A] The [Bb] way they [B] do your [D] life.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hang ups and let downs. _ _
_ _ And bad rates and setbacks. _ _
_ Natural, the natural factors. _
I gave it an I-K [D]-Pay.
A [G] little taxing. _
[Em] Yes, it make me want to holler sometimes.
And throw up both my hands.
[G] It make me want to holler sometimes.
[Bb] Throw [B] up both my [G] hands.
So you say you never heard of the inner city blues.
And what's more you don't understand at all.
What the ghetto people mean when they say living behind walls.
Well then put on your best suit, white [D] shirt and tie.
And run on downtown [Em] to standing [D] lines.
And a job washing dishes you may [G] not qualify.
Walk [D] a big hole in a brand new pair of [G] shoes.
And you've had your first look at the inner city blues.
Go looking for a place to live.
But all the while remember what lurks behind the devil's smile.
Are we stupid or just naive that we continue to believe.
Money can buy us anything.
Including [D] a slice of the [G] American dream.
Yeah, answer ads in the paper about houses for sale.
And get teary [A] like Charles Manson out on bail.
When you [Em] start to get frustrated by the tactics they [Db] use.
You'll [G] recognize the feeling.
[A] It's the inner [G] city blues.
Yeah, make me want to holler [Bb] sometimes.
And throw [Bm] up both your hands.
[G] _ And haven't you ever wondered about why some brothers and sisters were down and out.
Receiving [Gb] their sympathy from [G] a bottle of wine.
Or worse yet, old homicide.
Living their lives in a [D] glassine bag.
[G] Or facing the mysteries of terminal skag.
Some of our brothers parading in drag.
Another set of victims to whip the shoes.
Yeah, you can recognize that.
That's the inner city blues.
Makes you want to holler sometimes.
And throw up both your hands.
To see sweet sisters, the blossoms of our African tree.
Profiling on the [D] corner talking about [G] ten and three.
[D] Because in spite of all the money [G] we made and taxes we paid.
The woman was looking at hungry babes.
And some [A] decisions had to be made.
Did you tell her [G] it's better to go to your grave as a slave with a minimum wage.
Well, I hardly think so.
But make you want to holler [D] sometimes.
And throw up both your hands.
[Bb] _ [B] _ [Gm] _
[G] And what happens when people start to feel they have nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Did you ever hear about Mark Essex and the things that made him choose to fight the inner city blues?
Yeah, Essex took to the rooftops guerrilla style.
And watched while all the crackers went wild.
But in 600 troops I [D] hear brand new [G] to see them cut with fear.
Essex fought back with a thousand rounds.
And New Orleans was a changing town.
And reddit hat tat tat [Am] tat tat was the [G] only sound.
Yeah, bring on the stone rifles to knock down walls.
Bring on the elephant [A] guns.
Bring on the helicopters to block [G] out the sun.
Yeah, made the devil want to holler.
Because eight was dead and a dozen [A] was down.
And crying for freedom was a brand new sound.
New York, [Bb] Chicago, Frisco, [B] LA.
[D] Justice was [G] served and the unjust were afraid.
Because after all the years and all the fears.
Brothers were alive the [D] courage found.
And [Db] spreading them god damn [G] blues around.
Yeah, make you want to holler black people.
And hold up both your hands.
And say liberate.
_ Crime is increasing. _ _ _
_ And trigger a half of the nation. _ _
_ _ Panic is spreading.
[D] _ [G] _
_ And lord knows where we're heading. _
[A] Yes, make you want to holler sometimes.
[G] [Em] And throw up both of your hands.
[G]
Make you want to holler sometimes.
[Bb] And throw up [B] both your hands. _
[D] _ Throw up both your [Bm] hands.
Throw up both your hands.
[B]
Throw up both your hands.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Rockets and moonshots and _ blame it on the heavens. _ _ _
Money, we made it.
Yeah, but before we see it, they take it.
Yes, [A] make you want to holler right on.
[G] The way they do your life.
_ [A]
Make you want to holler right on.
The [Bb] way they do [B] your life.
[G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Inflation means there ain't no chance. _
And to increase a little bit of finance. _ _
Bills, they're gonna pile up in the sky. _
Send that boy off to die. _
[A] Yes, make you want to holler right [G] on.
[Em] The way they do your life.
Make you want to [A] holler right [D] on.
[A] The [Bb] way they [B] do your [D] life.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hang ups and let downs. _ _
_ _ And bad rates and setbacks. _ _
_ Natural, the natural factors. _
I gave it an I-K [D]-Pay.
A [G] little taxing. _
[Em] Yes, it make me want to holler sometimes.
And throw up both my hands.
[G] It make me want to holler sometimes.
[Bb] Throw [B] up both my [G] hands.
So you say you never heard of the inner city blues.
And what's more you don't understand at all.
What the ghetto people mean when they say living behind walls.
Well then put on your best suit, white [D] shirt and tie.
And run on downtown [Em] to standing [D] lines.
And a job washing dishes you may [G] not qualify.
Walk [D] a big hole in a brand new pair of [G] shoes.
And you've had your first look at the inner city blues.
Go looking for a place to live.
But all the while remember what lurks behind the devil's smile.
Are we stupid or just naive that we continue to believe.
Money can buy us anything.
Including [D] a slice of the [G] American dream.
Yeah, answer ads in the paper about houses for sale.
And get teary [A] like Charles Manson out on bail.
When you [Em] start to get frustrated by the tactics they [Db] use.
You'll [G] recognize the feeling.
[A] It's the inner [G] city blues.
Yeah, make me want to holler [Bb] sometimes.
And throw [Bm] up both your hands.
[G] _ And haven't you ever wondered about why some brothers and sisters were down and out.
Receiving [Gb] their sympathy from [G] a bottle of wine.
Or worse yet, old homicide.
Living their lives in a [D] glassine bag.
[G] Or facing the mysteries of terminal skag.
Some of our brothers parading in drag.
Another set of victims to whip the shoes.
Yeah, you can recognize that.
That's the inner city blues.
Makes you want to holler sometimes.
And throw up both your hands.
To see sweet sisters, the blossoms of our African tree.
Profiling on the [D] corner talking about [G] ten and three.
[D] Because in spite of all the money [G] we made and taxes we paid.
The woman was looking at hungry babes.
And some [A] decisions had to be made.
Did you tell her [G] it's better to go to your grave as a slave with a minimum wage.
Well, I hardly think so.
But make you want to holler [D] sometimes.
And throw up both your hands.
[Bb] _ [B] _ [Gm] _
[G] And what happens when people start to feel they have nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
Did you ever hear about Mark Essex and the things that made him choose to fight the inner city blues?
Yeah, Essex took to the rooftops guerrilla style.
And watched while all the crackers went wild.
But in 600 troops I [D] hear brand new [G] to see them cut with fear.
Essex fought back with a thousand rounds.
And New Orleans was a changing town.
And reddit hat tat tat [Am] tat tat was the [G] only sound.
Yeah, bring on the stone rifles to knock down walls.
Bring on the elephant [A] guns.
Bring on the helicopters to block [G] out the sun.
Yeah, made the devil want to holler.
Because eight was dead and a dozen [A] was down.
And crying for freedom was a brand new sound.
New York, [Bb] Chicago, Frisco, [B] LA.
[D] Justice was [G] served and the unjust were afraid.
Because after all the years and all the fears.
Brothers were alive the [D] courage found.
And [Db] spreading them god damn [G] blues around.
Yeah, make you want to holler black people.
And hold up both your hands.
And say liberate.
_ Crime is increasing. _ _ _
_ And trigger a half of the nation. _ _
_ _ Panic is spreading.
[D] _ [G] _
_ And lord knows where we're heading. _
[A] Yes, make you want to holler sometimes.
[G] [Em] And throw up both of your hands.
[G]
Make you want to holler sometimes.
[Bb] And throw up [B] both your hands. _
[D] _ Throw up both your [Bm] hands.
Throw up both your hands.
[B]
Throw up both your hands.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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