Living For The City chords

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_ E _ _ F# A boy's E born F#m in hard time _ B F# Mississippi, surrounded F#m by a world that ain't E so F# pretty.
His parents give F#m.
him love and F# affection to keep him E strong, F#m.
moving in the right direction,.
G#m living just enough, A#m.
just C# G#m enough for the F# city.
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_ _ B _ F# _ His father B works F#m.
some days for fourteen E hours, F# and you E can bet F#m.
he barely makes B a F# dollar.
His mother E goes F#m.
to scrub the floors F# for many, and you best B believe F#m.
she hardly gives G#m a penny,.
_ living just enough, C#.
just B enough for F# the city.
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_ _ B _ _ F# _ All D# the time, D God loves C everyone.
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face E is black, F#m but she is shown E to be pretty.
F# Her skirt E is short, F#m but Lord her legs E are F# sturdy.
He walks to F#m school, she's got to get E up F# early.
Her B clothes are F#m old, but never are they G#m dirty, living just enough, C# just enough B.
F# for the city.
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Her brother's F#m smart, he's got more sense than G# many.
F# His patience F#m long, but soon he E won't have any.
F# To find a job, F#m it's like to haste that B needle, F# cause where he F#m lives, they don't use B colored people.
Living just enough, _ C# just enough F# for the city.
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_ _ B nothing F# for the city, F#m just enough for G#m _ _ F# _ _ _ _ .
_ B the F# city.
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Ain't nothing B for the F# city, F#m just enough for the city.
Living just enough, G#m just enough for the city.
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_ F# _ _ _ _ _ for.
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G _ F# the _ city.
Huh?.
I don't know.
What?.
I'm just going to take that street.
Oh no.
What'd I do?.
Turn around, turn around, put your hands E behind your back.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
The jury of F# your peers having found you guilty, hang you.
What?.
F#m Come on, come on.
B Get in that cell, nigga.
F# God.
_ F#m His _ E _ B _ _ F# _ G#m hair is F#m long, his feet are B hard and frizzy.
His fingers like F#m walking the streets of New B York City.
F# He's almost dead F#m.
from breathing in air E F# pollution.
He's trying B to fight to human F# B evolution.
Living just enough, A#m.
C# just enough F# for the city.
F#m _ _ .
I B _ _ F# _ hope you G#m hear F#m.
inside my B voice the F# sorrow.
And I'll G#m motivate you F#m to feel even B better tomorrow.
F# I B can prove F#m no love can be much colder.
F# If we B don't F#m change, the world will soon be B over.
Livin' just enough, stop givin' F# just A#m F#m enough F# For today.
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