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Pressure Drop Tom: G
G D C G
It is you, oh yeah
G D C G
It is you, oh yeah
G
I said a pressure drop,
D
Oh pressure
C G
Oh pressure's gonna drop on you
G
I said pressure drop
D
Oh pressure
C G
Oh pressure's gonna drop on you
G
I said when it drops
D
Oh you gonna feel it
C G
Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong
G
Now when it drops
D
Oh you gonna feel it
C G
Oh that you were doin' it wrong and how
I said when it drops You gonna feel it That you've been doin' it wrong Now when it drops, drops Oh you gonna feel it That you've been doin' wrong
I said when it drops, drops Feel it Oh you better move Now when it drops, drop Feel it That you've been it doin' wrong
I said, pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you I said pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you
Pressure, pressure Pressure, pressure
The Prisoner
Tom: A
A D A
THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI
G Bm
NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION
D A
WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN
G Bm A
AN' WE LEAVE BEFORE THE TRUNCHEONS
G F#m
SO IT'S BACK TO WATCH THE DAY TO DAY
G F#m
SAGA OF WORKING PEOPLE
G F#m D
HANGING OUT THE WASHING AND CLIPPING COUPONS
A
AND GENERALLY BEING DECENT
JOHNNY TOO BAD MEETS JOHNNY BE GOOD IN THE CHARING CROSS ROAD THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY SAYS THE WEST END JUNGLE CODE AND ALL THE GERMANS AND ALL THE FRENCH JAM THEMSELVES DOWN THE TUBE AND RE-ENACT THE SECOND WORLD WAR WHILE THE RUDE BOYS GET RUDE!
A D (n.c) D
AND I LOOK TO MY LEFT
G
AND I LOOK TO MY RIGHT
D A
AND I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN
G
I'M LOOKING FOR A SIGN
D Bm G
I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER
D Bm G A
I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER
THE PRISONER LIVES IN CAMDEN TOWN SELLING REVOLUTION THE PRISONER LOADS HIS TRACKING ARM UP WITH SELF-DISILLUSION YOUR MOTHER DOES THE WASHING UP YOUR OLD MAN DIGS THE GARDEN YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO DODGE THE COPS AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM
Protex Blue Tom: D
D STANDING IN THE BOG OF A WEST END BAR D GUY ON THE RIGHT LEANING OVER TOO FAR D MONEY IN MY POCKET GONNA PUT IT IN THE SLOT D OPEN UP THE PACK SEE WHAT TYPE I GOT
C G
I DIDN’T WANT TO HOLD YOU
C G
I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU
Em F
PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE
Em F G C
ALL I WANNA DO
IT’S A FAB PROTECTIVE FOR THAT TYPE OF A GIRL BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SHE USES IT WELL IT’S THE THERAPEUTIC STRUCTURE I CAN USE AT WILL BUT I DON'T THINK IT FITS MY B.D. DRILL
SITTING IN A CARRIAGE OF A BAKERLOO EROTICA MY POCKET GOT A PACKET FOR YOU ADVERT ON THE ESCALATOR ON MY WAY HOME I DON'T NEED NO SKIN FLICKS, I WANNA BE ALONE
C G
I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU
C G
I DIDN’T WANT TO USE YOU
Em F
PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE
Em F G C
ALL I WANNA DO
C G F G F G C
DO OOH OOH JOHNNY, JOHNNY
Revolution Rock Tom: B Intro: B C#m B C#m
B
Revolution rock
C#m
it is a brand new rock
B C#m
A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
B
Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back
C#m
An' I'm so pilled up that I rattle
B
I have got the sharpest knife, so I cut the biggest slice
C#m
But I've got no time to do battle
B F# E
Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this
B
Brand new beat
F#
This here music mash up the nation
E B
This here music cause a sensation
F# E Tell
your ma, tell your pa, everything's gonna be all right
B F#
Can't you feel it? Don't ignore it
E E C#m E
Gonna be Al-ri-i-ight
B C#m
Revolution rock, I am in a state of shock
B C#m
So bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide And you poured your beer in me hat With my good eye on the beat, living on fixation street And I ai't got no time for that
Everybody smash up your seat and rock to this brand new beat This here music mash up the nation This here music cause a sensation Tell your mama tell your pa, Everythings gonna be alright
Rock The Casbah Tom: A7
A7 Em7 Now, the king told the boogie men,
G7 Dm7 you have to let that raga drop.
A7 Em7 The oil down the desert way
G7 Dm7 has been shaking to the top.
A7 Em7 The sheik he drove his cadillac
G7 Dm7 he went a cruisin down the ville.
A7 Em7 The Muezzin was a standing
Fmaj7 On the radiator grille.
chorus:
Dm7 A7 G7 Shareef don't like it.
Em7 Fmaj7 Em7 A7 Rock the Casbah. Rock the Casbah.
Dm7 A7 G7 Shareef don't like it.
Em7 Fmaj7 Em7 A7 Rock the Casbah. Rock the Casbah.
By order of the prophet We ban that boogie sound. Degenerate the faithful With that crazy Casbah sound. But the Bedouin, they brought out the electric camel drum. The local guitar picker got his guitar picking thumb. As soon as the Shareef had cleared the square, They began to wail.
Chorus
Now over at the temple Oh, they really pack em in. The in crowd say it's cool To dig this chanting thing. But as the wind changed direction and the temple band took five The crowd got a whiff Of that crazy casbah jive.
Chorus
The king called up his jet fighters, He said, you better earn your pay. Drop your bombs down between the minarets Down the casbah way. As sson as the Shareef was chauffered out of there, The jet pilote tuned to the cockpit radio blare. As soon as the Shareef was outta their hair The jet pilots wailed.
Chorus to extro.
Safe European Home Tom: E
E A B
Well I just got back and I wish I never leave now (Where'd ya go?)
E A B
Who dat Martian arrival over at the airport, yeah?
E A B
How many local dollars for a local anesthetic?
E A B
The johnny on the corner was-a very sympathetic
Chorus:
F#m C#
I went to the place where every white face
A B
is an invitation to robbery
F#m C# A
An' sitting here in my safe european home
B E
Don't wanna go back there again
[with above verse progression]
Wasn't I lucky and wouldn't it be loverly?
Send us all cards, have a laying in on Sunday.
I was there for two weeks, so how come I never tell now?
That natty dread drink in the Sheraton Hotel, yeah.
[Chorus again]
1st break: G#m A E F#m B A B A G#m A (B) E
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oooh-Oh
[verse progression again] They got the sun, they got the palm trees They got the weed, they got the taxis. Whoa, the harder they come, the home of ol' Blue Beat. I'd stay and be a tourist, but I can't take the gun play. [Chorus again]
Sex Mad Roar/War Tom: F#m
F#m E F#m
Going to a party/ Never made it to the party/ she's gone
F#m E F#m
Going to a party/ Never made it to the party/ she's gone
B5
Walking here from there
D5
Never made it here
C#5/F#m-C#5/F#m
she's gone
F#m E B5
Walk right out of that ditch/ It's a Sex Mad War
Chorus B-B B/Bb/A F#m (add Chuck Berry leads) That's the Sex Mad War B-B B/Bb/A That's the Sex Mad War
First bridge F#5-B5/ F#5-B5/F#5
F#m E F#m
Riding on a train/Exploding in his brain/ it's a citizen
F#m E F#m
Walking here and there/ And sitting in a chair/ it's a citizen
B5 D5
C#5/F#m-C#5/F#m
Looking in his eyes/ She doesnt realize/ who's sitting there
F#m E B5
He's gonna leap right out of that ditch/ It's a SexMad War
Chorus B-B B/Bb/A F#m That's the Sex Mad War B-B B/Bb/A F#m That's the Sex Mad War
2nd Bridge Em/F#5/A5/F#5 ------ Em/F#5/B -------- Em/F#5/A5/F#5 ------ B/Bb/A
Repeat first verse
Repeat chorus
Repeat 1st bridge
Something About England Tom: C
C F
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
Dmsus2 Am
Of the respected gentlemen
F
They say it would be wine an' roses
D C
If England were for Englishmen again
C
Well I saw a dirty overcoat
Am
At the foot of the pillar of the road
G7
Propped inside was an old man
Am
Whom time would not erode
C
When the night was snapped by sirens
Am
Those blue lights circled fast
G7
The dancehall called for an' ambulance
Am
The bars all closed up fast
My silence gazing at the ceiling While roaming the single room I thought the old man could help me If he could explain the gloom You really think it's all new You really think about it too The old man scoffed as he spoke to me I'll tell you athing or two
C F
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war
Am Em Am
But not the sorrow afterwards
Dm F
With my father dead and my mother ran off
C G
My brothers took the pay of hoods
The twenties turned the north was dead The hunger strike came marching south At the garden party not a word was said The ladies lifted cake to their mouths
C
The next war began and my ship sailed
Am
With battle orders writ in bed
G7
In five long years of bullets and shells
Am
We left tem million dead
C
The few returned to old Piccadily
Am
We limped around Leicster Square
G7
The world was busy rebuilding itself
Am
The architects could not care
But how could we know when I was young All the canges that were to come? All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield And now the terror of the scientific sun There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs They taught you how to touch your cap But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace England never closed this gap
C F
So leave me now the moon is up
Am Em Am
But remember all the tales I tell
Dm F
The memories that you have dredged up
C
Are on letters forwarded from hell
The streets were by now deserted The gangs had trudged off home The lights clicked off in the bedsits An' old England was all alone
Spanish Bombs Tom: A Intro: A F#m C#m Bm Dm A F#m C#m Bm Dm ---------------------1-------------------------------1--------------- ---------------------3-------------------------------3--------------- 2-----1----2---------2---------1---2---1---2---------2-------------- ---------------4--------------------------------4------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------
>A F#m C#m Bm >Spanish Bombs in Andalusia > Dm >The shooting sites in the days of '39 >A F#m C#m >Oh, please leave the vendetta open >Bm Dm >Federico Lorca is dead and gone >A F#m C#m >Bullet Holes in the cemetary walls >Bm Dm >.The black cars of the Guardia Civil >A F#m C#m >Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica >Bm Dm >I'm flying in on a DC-10 tonight > Chorus: A F#m C#m/E Spanish bombs yo te quirro y finito F#m C#m/E G/D Yo te querda Oh ma corazon A F#m C#m/E Spanish bombs yo te quirro y finito F#m C#m/E G/D Yo te quirro oh ma corazon
Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died up on the hill They sang the red flag, they wore th black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotel My senorita's nose was nipped in the bud
Chorus
The hillsides ring with,"Free the people" Or can I hear the echoes from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets, the ragged armies Fixin' bayonets, to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC-10 tonight
Chorus :add at end... A F#m C#m/E F#m C#m/E Spanish songs in Andalusia, Mandalina G/D Oh my corazon A F#m C#m/E F#m C#m/E Spanish songs in Granada G/D A F#m Bm7 Dm A Oh my corazon
Stay Free Tom: G Intro: G C Bm Am G C/G Bm/G Am/G
G Bm D
WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL
G C Bm D
NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN’T FOOLS
Am G
THE TEACHER SAYS WE'RE DUMB
Em
WE'RE ONLY HAVING FUN
C
WE PISS ON EVERYONE
G C/G
IN THE CLASSROOM
Bm/G Am/G G C/G Bm/G Am/G
WHEN WE GOT THROWN OUT I LEFT WITHOUT MUCH FUSS AN' WEEKENDS WE’D GO DANCING DOWN STREATHAM ON THE BUS YOU ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH GOT ME IN BAD FIGHTS PLAY ME POOL ALL NIGHT SMOKIN’ MENTHOL
I PRACTISED DAILY IN MY ROOM YOU WERE DOWN THE CROWN PLANNING YOUR NEXT MOVE GO ON A NICKING SPREE HIT THE WRONG GUY EACH OF YOU GET THREE YEARS IN BRIXTON
I DID MY VERY BEST TO WRITE HOW WAS BUTLINS? WERE THE SCREWS TOO TIGHT? WHEN YOU LOT GET OUT WERE GONNA HIT THE TOWN WE’LL BURN IT FUCKIN’ DOWN TO A CINDER
G E
COS YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED
C D
AND I MOVE ANYWAY I WANNA GO
B E
I’LL NEVER FORGET THE FEELING I GOT
C G
WHEN I HEARD THAT YOU'D GOT HOME
B E
AN' I’LL NEVER FORGET THE SMILE ON MY FACE
C G
'COS I KNEW WHERE YOU WOULD BE
B E
AN’ IF YOU'RE IN THE CROWN TONIGHT
C G
HAVE A DRINK ON ME
C9 B7 AM G
BUT GO EASY...STEP LIGHTLY...STAY FREE
(Outro) G C Bm Am
The outro occurs after the final lyrics and vamping of the G note on the low E:
E--3-3-3-3-3-3-3--0-0---repeat several times until the sweet outro kicks in.
slide h p slide E--------------------------10-8-7^8^7-----------------------------------10-12-10-12~--10~----- B-------------13-12~---------------------8~------------------13-12~--------------------------- G---0/--12--------------------------------------------0/--12---------------------------------- D--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- E---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
h p h p slide E--7---7---7----7^8^7-7----7---7---7------7^8^7-7---/12---10~----12---10-----10----------------------------- B----8---8----8-------------------8---8---8------------------------------------------------12-----12~--8~--- G----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- D----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- E-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
slide then it fades out with some add lib soloing. E-----------15~------------------------------- B-8-/-12-----------12------------------------- G-------------------------12------------------ D------------------------------12-hold-------- A--------------------------------------------- E---------------------------------------------
Three Card Trick Tom: A Intro Riff E-------------------------------------------------------- B-------------------------------------------------------- G-------------------------------------------------------- D-------------------------------------------------------- A---------------------------7--7--9--7--9--7----5--4----- E-10/5--5--7--5--7--5------------------------------------ (repeat a second time but without the slide)
Verse 1 A E D E Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years A E D E Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again A E D E Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion A E D E Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia
Chorus 1 A D E D A D E D You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib A D E D A D E D You won't fall for that just like your mommy and your daddy did
Verse 2 A E D E Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again A E D E And who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather A E D E >From a chain gang to the mill the mill that sits on top of the hill A E D E The fog drowned towns are gonna have to fade the wrong side of the a scissor blade
Chorus 2 A D E D A D E D You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib A D E D A D E D You won't fall for that just like your mommy & your daddy did A D E D A D E D I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick A D E D A D E D They own the pack while we play the three card trick, Go!
(play the intro riff again)
(then play verse 1 again)
(then play chorus 2 again)
Outro (some of the lyrics in the outro are ad-lib) A D E D Don't you remember the place A D E D Where we hid the ace? A D E D Yeah not thick but slick A D E D Now we all gotta play the three card trick!
Tommy Gun
Tom: E
E
(Drum roll) (four times)
A C#m D A E
TOMMY GUN – HE AIN'T HAPPY LESS HE GOT ONE
A C#m D
TOMMY GUN – HE AIN’T GONNA SHOOT THE PLACE UP
A
JUST FOR FUN
D A
MAYBE HE WANTS TO DIE – FOR THE MONEY
D A
MAYBE HE WANTS TO KILL – FOR HIS COUNTRY
D A E
WHATEVER HE WANTS, HE’S GONNA GET IT!
TOMMY GUN – YOU BETTER STRIP IT DOWN FOR A CUSTOM RUN TOMMY GUN – WAITING IN THE AIRPORT 'TILL KINGDOM COME AN’ WE CAN WATCH YOU MAKE IT ON THE NINE O’CLOCK NEWS STANDING THERE IN PALESTINE LIGHTING THE FUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU’RE GONNA GET IT
TOMMY GUN – YOU’LL BE DEAD WHEN YOUR WAR IS WON TOMMY GUN – BUT DID YOU HAVE TO GUN DOWN EVERYONE? I CAN SEE IT’S KILL OR BE KILLED A NATION OF DESTINY HAS GOT TO BE FULFILLED WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!
TOMMY GUN – YOU CAN BE A HERO IN AN AGE OF NONE TOMMY GUN – I'M CUTTING OUT YOUR PICTURE FROM PAGE ONE I'M GONNA GET A JACKET JUST LIKE YOURS AN’ GIVE MY FALSE SUPPORT TO YOUR CAUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU’RE GONNA GET IT!
B E A B (twice)
B E A B E A B
OK SO LET'S AGREE ABOUT THE PRICE
B E A/F# B
BOATS AN' TANKS AND PLANES, IT’S YOUR GAME
E A/F# B
KINGS AN’ QUEENS AN’ GENERALS LEARN YOUR NAME
E A/F# B
I SEE ALL THE INNOCENTS, THE HUMAN SACRIFICE
E A/F#
AND IF DEATH COMES SO CHEAP, THEN THE SAME GOES
B B
FOR LIFE!
Train In Vain Tom: D Intro riff: -------------------------------- -------------------------------- -------------------------------- ---7------7---------7-----7----- -------------------------------- -5------5---5-----5-----5---5---
D A A D A A
You say you stand by your man
D A A D A A
Tell me something I don't understand
D Bm
You said you loved me, and that's a fact
D A A D A A
The you left me, said you felt trapped
D A
Well, some things you can't explain away
Bm D
But the heartache's with me till this day
D A A
You didn't stand by me
D A A
No, not at all
D A A
You didn't stand by me
D A A
No way
All the times when we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumblin' down I can't be happy without you around So alone, I keep the wolves at bay And there's only one thing I can say
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
A F#m Bm D A A D A A
You must expla-a-a-ain why this must be
A F#m Bm D A A D A A
Did you li-i-i-ie when you spoke to me?
D A A D A A
Did you stand be me? No, not at all
Now I got a job, but it don't pay I need new clothes, I need somewhere to stay But without all of these things I can do But without your love, I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there nothing I can do
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Intro riff again]
Up In Heaven (Not Only Here) Tom: A
(The Clash)
A D A
The towers of London, these crumbling rocks
D F#m
Reality estates that the hero's got
Bm G
And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock
A A
And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?
A D
You can piss in the lifts which have broken down
F#m A/E D
You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light
F#m D D/E A D F#m D
We're invisible here just past midnight
The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there A giant pipe organ up in the air You can't live in a home which should not have been built By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt When the wind hits this building this building it tilts One day it will surely fall to the ground...
Fear is just another commodity here
They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear
A bang on the door resoundingly clear
Who would really want to move in here?
The children play faraway, the corridors are bare
This room is a cage its like captivity
A D
How can anyone exist in such misery?
D A D A D Bm G It has been said not only here
A D "Allianza dollars are spent A D To raise the towering buildings A D For the weary bones of the workers Bm G A To go back in the morning To be strong in the morning"
A D A D A D Bm G
Tablature Page| Sandinista!| London's
Washington Bullets Tom :E
(The Clash)
E
Oh! Mama, Mama look there!
E
Your children are playing in that street again
E
Don't you know what happened down there?
E
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
E
The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
E
The killing clowns, the blood money men
B6 A6 B6 E
Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende, and the days before,
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara,
In the Santiago Stadium,
Es Verdas - those Washington Bullets again
E
And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
E
Havana for the playboys in the Cuban sun,
E
For Castro is a colour, Is a redder than red,
E
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
B6 A6
For Castro is the colour...
B6 E
...That will earn you a spray of lead
For the very first time ever, When they had a revolution in Nicaragua, There was no interference from America Human rights in America
Well the people fought the leader, And up he flew... With no Washington bullets what else could he do?
'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel That the Moscow bullets missed Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist... ...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet, How many monks did the Chinese get? In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary, 'N' check the British bullets in his armoury Que? B6 A6 B6 E Sandinista!
What's My Name Tom: B
B WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? F D I'M NOT WHO I WANT TO BE
B
I TRIED SPOT CREAM AN’ I TRIED IT ALL
F# D
I'M CRAWLING UP THE WALL!
E F# G A E F# G A E F# G A B WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME....
I TRIED TO JOIN A PING-PONG CLUB, SIGN ON THE DOOR SAID ALL FULL UP! I GOT NICKED, FIGHTING IN THE ROAD AN' THE JUDGE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW
WHAT’S MY NAME
D DAD GOT PISSED SO I GOT CLOCKED A COULDN’T HEAR THE TANNOY SO HE LOST THE LOT D OFFERS MUM A BRIBE THROUGH THE LETTER BOX E DRIVES YOU FUCKING MAD
WHAT’S MY NAME
NOW I'M ROUND THE BACK OF YOUR HOUSE AT NIGHT PEEPING IN THE WINDOW – ARE YOU SLEEPING TIGHT? I LAUGH AT YOUR LOCKS WITH MY CELLOID STRIP AN' YOU WON’T KNOW WHO CAME
E F# G A E F# G A E F# G A B
WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME....
E F# G A E F# G A E F# G A Bsus4 B E
WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME....
White Man In Hammersmith Palais Tom: A Intro: A E G A G A
A E C#m D
Midnight to six, man
A E C#m D
for the first time from Jamaica
A E F#m D
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
A E A
Delroy Wilson, cool operator
A E C#m D
Ken Boothe, U.K. pop reggae
A E C#m D
with backing bands sound systems.
A E F#m D
If they got anything to say,
A E A
there's many black ears here to listen
A
But it was Four Tops all night
E
With encores from stage right,
G A
charges from the base knives to the treble
G A
But on stage they ain't got no roots, rock, rebel.
G A E A E A E A E
On stage they ain't got no roots, rock, rebel.
'Cause it won't get you anywhere Foolin' with your guns. The British Army is waiting out there An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons. White youth, black youth, Better find another solution. Why not phone up Robin Hood And ask him for some wealth distribution.
Punk rockers of the U.K., They won't notice anyway. They're all too busy fighting For a good place under the lighting. The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned. They got Burton suits. Huh, you think it's funny Turning rebelion into money.
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats.
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limosine anyway.
I'm the all-night, drug prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun.
I'm the white man in the Palais
A E A D
Who goes looking for fun
A E A D
I'm only looking for fun
A E A D
Oh, please mister, just leave me alone
A E A D
Cause I'm only looking for fun
A E A D
Looking looking looking for fun
A E A D
Looking looking looking for fun
A E A _oh_.
Tablature Page
White Riot Tom: A
A D A D WHITE RIOT – I WANNA RIOT A D D A WHITE RIOT – A RIOT OF MY OWN A D A D WHITE RIOT – I WANNA RIOT A D D A WHITE RIOT – A RIOT OF MY OWN
G C
BLACK PEOPLE GOTTA LOT A PROBLEMS
G
BUT THEY DON'T MIND THROWING A BRICK
G D
WHITE PEOPLE GO TO SCHOOL
C G
WHERE THEY TEACH YOU HOW TO BE THICK
C
AN’ EVERYBODY’S DOING
A
JUST WHAT THEY’RE TOLD TO
C
AN' NOBODY WANTS
E
TO GO TO JAIL!
ALL THE POWER’S IN THE HANDS OF PEOPLE RICH ENOUGH TO BUY IT WHILE WE WALK THE STREET' TOO CHICKEN TO EVEN TRY IT
EVERYBODY’S DOING JUST WHAT THEY'RE TOLD TO NOBODY WANTS TO GO TO JAIL!
ARE YOU TAKING OVER OR ARE YOU TAKING ORDERS? ARE YOU GOING BACKWARDS OR ARE YOU GOING FORWARDS?
Wrong 'Em Boyo Tom: E
E D
Stagger Lee met Billy and
C D
they got down to gambling
E
Stagger Lee throwed seven
D C
Billy said that he throwed eight
E D C D So Billy said, "hey stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack E D C I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back
Start all over again!
Chord Progression for rest of Song G 6x C 2x G 2x D 2x
First Verse G Why do you try to cheat
and trample people under your feet
C
Don't you know it is wrong
To cheat a trying man
G
Don't you know it is wrong
To cheat a trying man
D
So you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo
Second Verse You lie steal and deciet In such a small, small game Don't you know it is wrong To cheat a trying man Don't you know it is wrong To Cheat a trying man You'd better stop, It is the wrong em boyo
Third verse (Instrumental)
Fourth Verse
Billy Boy has been shot and Stagger Lee's come out on top Don't you know it is wrong To cheat a trying man Don't you know it is wrong To Cheat Stagger man You'd better stop It is the wrong em boyo
Fifth Verse
So you must start all over again, all over again You got to play it Billy play, you got to play it, billy play and you will find it is the right 'em boyo
Sixth Verse But if you must lie and deceit and trample people under your feet Don't you know it's wrong To cheat a trying man You'd better stop It is the wrong 'em boyo ??