Neil Young - Crime in the City (Sixty to Zero Pt. I): chords

           Am                    Am G F
Well, the cop made the showdown
        Am              Am G F
He was sure he was right
       Am                Am G F
He had all of the lowdown
          Am                   Am G F G Dm
From the bank heist last night
                              G Dm
His best friend was the robber
                        G Dm
And his wife was a thief
                           G Dm
All the children were killers
                           G F
They couldn't get no relief
                           G F
The bungalow was surrounded
                            G F
When a voice loud and clear
                                     G F
Said, "Come on out with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here."
                         Am  G
There was a face in the window
        F        Am   G
The TV cameras rolled
           F            Am    G
Then they cut to the announcer
           F      Am G F G
And the sory was told.

The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said "What we have got here
Is a perfect track
But we don't have a vocal
And we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong."
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said "Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone."
Yeah.

There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free.
Yeah.

Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
But that's the way all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish I could see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home I ever had
Yeah.

Well, I keep gettin' younger
My life's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my mom
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school
For sassin' back at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
He gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose down
Wish I never got old.