Panic In Detroit

David Bowie

Tom: G

intro:
Bm   G   A
\\\  \\  \\\ \\  (just to give an idea of the accents)

riff 1 - played under the D below
final chord going into the E rhythm


E|------------------7-----|
B|------------------5-----|
G|-7-5-4------------5-----|
D|-------7-5-4---4--5-----|
A|-------------7----7-----|
E|------------------------|


chords maintain same rhythm as before

D (5th pos.) w/riff 1              E (7th pos.)  chord only
He looked a lot like Che Guevara.  Drove a diesel van.

D (5th pos.) w/riff 1              E (7th pos.)  chord only
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion.  Such a humble man.

G           A     G               A
The only survivor of the National People's Gang.

D        E D C D    E     D   C      D
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph

   E   D  C  D          D   E  D   C         E
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone.

D w/riff 1         E
Panic in Detroit.

verse 2
(same as before)
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom.
The police had warned of repercussions.
They followed none too soon.
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive.

chorus
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone.
Panic in Detroit.

D                                 C
Putting on some clothes I made my way to school
B                      C                G
and I found my teacher crouching in his overalls.

D                                       C
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine
B                     C                  D
and jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights.

riff 2 (/ = slide)

E|------------------------|
B|------------------------|
G|-5/7/5--7/9/7--8/9/8----|
D|------------------------|
A|------------------------|
E|------------------------|


back to intro rhythm
Bm G A

verse 3
Having scored a million dollars, made a run back home.
Found him slumped across a table.  A gun and me alone.
I ran to the window.  Looked for a plane or two.

Panic in Detroit.  He'd left me an autograph.
"Let me collect dust."  I wish someone would phone.
Panic in Detroit.