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                             Inner City Blues - Rodriguez
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Tabbed by floggingmurphy
Rodriguez - Inner city Blues:
Capo on 2nd fret

[Intro]
E7 A7

E7
Going down a dirty inner city side road
  A7
I plotted
E7
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
  A7
I nodded
E7                   B7
Looked up as the sky began to cry
E7
She shot it

E7                        A7
Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn
         E7
A cold fact
A7
Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag
E7
Won't go back

G                     D      A     E
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
G                                 D         A       E
And now he sees the news, but the picture's not too clear.

A
Mama, Papa, stop, treasure what you got, soon you may be caught
E7
Without it
A
The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight
E7
I doubt it

E7
Seven jealous fools playing by her rules
       A7
Can't believe her
E7
He feels so in between, can't break the scene
                 A7
It would grieve her
E7                        B7
And that's the reason why he must cry
E7
He'll never leave her

E7                              A7
Crooked children, yellow chalk, writing on the concrete walk
E7
Their king died
A7
Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up
E7
Sweet red wine

G                     D      A     E
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas here
G                               D           A         E
And now hear the music, but the words don't sound too clear.

A
Mama, Papa, stop, treasure what you got, soon you may be caught
E7
Without it
A
The curfew's set for eight, will it ever all be straight
E7
I doubt it

E7
Going down a dusty, Georgian side road
      A7
I wonder
E7                            B7
The wind splashed in my face, can smell a trace
        E7
Of thunder