Inner City Blues Chords by Rodriguez
Tempo:
122.15 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
A
E
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#]
[B]
[F#]
Going down a dirty inner city side road I [B] plotted
[F#] Madness passed me by, she smiled high I nodded,
[F#] looked up at the sky
[C#] Began to cry, she shouted I met a girl from [B] Dearborn
Early six o'clock this morning, [F#] cold facts [B] Asked about the bags, good bird, you're such a drag
Won't go back, your [A] papa don't allow [E] No new [B] ideas [F#]
here
And [A]
now he sees in [E] you's When the [B] picture's not too [F#m] clear
[F#]
[B] Mama, papa's not treasure what you got Soon you may be caught [F#] without it
[B] The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it
Seven jealous fools playing [B] by her rules [F#] Can't believe her
He
[B] feels so in between, can't break the scene [F#] It would grieve her
And that's the reason why he must [C#]
cry [F#] He'll never leave her
Crooked children, yellow [B] chalk Writing on a copy, [F#] Walker King died
Drinking [B] from a Judas cup, looking down But seeing up [F#] street red wine
[A] Your papa don't allow [E] No new [B] ideas [F#] here
And
[A] now you hear the music when [E] the words Don't [B] sound too [F#] clear
[B] Mama, papa's not treasure what you got Soon you may be caught [F#] without it
[B] The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it
Going down the dusty Georgiana side of the [B] road, I wonder
The [F#] wind splashing my face, do you [C#] smell a trace [F#] of thunder?
[B]
[F#]
Going down a dirty inner city side road I [B] plotted
[F#] Madness passed me by, she smiled high I nodded,
[F#] looked up at the sky
[C#] Began to cry, she shouted I met a girl from [B] Dearborn
Early six o'clock this morning, [F#] cold facts [B] Asked about the bags, good bird, you're such a drag
Won't go back, your [A] papa don't allow [E] No new [B] ideas [F#]
here
And [A]
now he sees in [E] you's When the [B] picture's not too [F#m] clear
[F#]
[B] Mama, papa's not treasure what you got Soon you may be caught [F#] without it
[B] The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it
Seven jealous fools playing [B] by her rules [F#] Can't believe her
He
[B] feels so in between, can't break the scene [F#] It would grieve her
And that's the reason why he must [C#]
cry [F#] He'll never leave her
Crooked children, yellow [B] chalk Writing on a copy, [F#] Walker King died
Drinking [B] from a Judas cup, looking down But seeing up [F#] street red wine
[A] Your papa don't allow [E] No new [B] ideas [F#] here
And
[A] now you hear the music when [E] the words Don't [B] sound too [F#] clear
[B] Mama, papa's not treasure what you got Soon you may be caught [F#] without it
[B] The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it
Going down the dusty Georgiana side of the [B] road, I wonder
The [F#] wind splashing my face, do you [C#] smell a trace [F#] of thunder?
Key:
F#
B
A
E
C#
F#
B
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Going down a dirty inner city side road I [B] plotted _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] Madness passed me by, she smiled high I nodded, _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] looked up at the sky
[C#] Began to cry, she shouted I _ _ _ _ met a girl from [B] Dearborn
Early six o'clock this morning, [F#] cold facts _ _ _ _ _ [B] Asked about the bags, good bird, you're such a drag
Won't go back, _ _ _ _ _ your [A] papa don't allow [E] No new [B] ideas [F#]
here
_ And _ _ _ [A]
now he sees in [E] you's When the [B] picture's not too [F#m] clear
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] Mama, papa's not treasure what you got Soon you may be caught [F#] without it _ _ _
_ [B] The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Seven jealous fools playing [B] by her rules [F#] Can't believe her
He _
_ _ [B] feels so in between, can't break the scene [F#] It would grieve her _ _ _
_ _ And that's the reason why he must [C#]
cry [F#] He'll never leave her _ _ _
_ _ Crooked children, yellow [B] chalk Writing on a copy, [F#] Walker King died
_ Drinking _ _ [B] _ from a Judas cup, looking down But seeing up [F#] street red wine _ _ _
_ [A] Your papa don't allow [E] No new [B] ideas _ [F#] here
And _ _
_ _ [A] now you hear the music when [E] the words Don't [B] sound too [F#] clear _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] Mama, papa's not treasure what you got Soon you may be caught [F#] without it _ _
_ _ _ [B] The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I _ doubt it
_ _ _ Going down the dusty Georgiana side of the [B] road, I wonder
_ The _ _ _ [F#] wind splashing my face, do you [C#] smell a trace [F#] of thunder? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Going down a dirty inner city side road I [B] plotted _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] Madness passed me by, she smiled high I nodded, _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] looked up at the sky
[C#] Began to cry, she shouted I _ _ _ _ met a girl from [B] Dearborn
Early six o'clock this morning, [F#] cold facts _ _ _ _ _ [B] Asked about the bags, good bird, you're such a drag
Won't go back, _ _ _ _ _ your [A] papa don't allow [E] No new [B] ideas [F#]
here
_ And _ _ _ [A]
now he sees in [E] you's When the [B] picture's not too [F#m] clear
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[B] Mama, papa's not treasure what you got Soon you may be caught [F#] without it _ _ _
_ [B] The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I doubt it _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Seven jealous fools playing [B] by her rules [F#] Can't believe her
He _
_ _ [B] feels so in between, can't break the scene [F#] It would grieve her _ _ _
_ _ And that's the reason why he must [C#]
cry [F#] He'll never leave her _ _ _
_ _ Crooked children, yellow [B] chalk Writing on a copy, [F#] Walker King died
_ Drinking _ _ [B] _ from a Judas cup, looking down But seeing up [F#] street red wine _ _ _
_ [A] Your papa don't allow [E] No new [B] ideas _ [F#] here
And _ _
_ _ [A] now you hear the music when [E] the words Don't [B] sound too [F#] clear _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] Mama, papa's not treasure what you got Soon you may be caught [F#] without it _ _
_ _ _ [B] The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight?
[F#] I _ doubt it
_ _ _ Going down the dusty Georgiana side of the [B] road, I wonder
_ The _ _ _ [F#] wind splashing my face, do you [C#] smell a trace [F#] of thunder? _ _ _
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