In my town Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D][G][C][A][G][D]
[G][D]

[Verse 1]
Up here on the [D]hill,
it's starting [Dm]to rain,
[Aaug]The sun's [Dm]disappearing [Aaug]through my windowpane,
[Dm][D]
And everything's [Bm]still
[D]in my room.
Then a trolley goes by with its
clattering [Bm]sound,[D][G]
Like a clock on the wall and the
rain coming [D]down,
And somebody's chattering way
down the hall from my [C]room.[D]

[Verse 2]
From [G]my room, I see old [A]town.
Crook town, wop [D]town,
and spic [Em]town.
Black town, [G]shack town, and hick town,
[A]from my [D]roo[G]m.[D][A]
Looking [G]down through [D]the rain,
I [G]think the future's going my [D]way.
And there's a [Em]freeway
[G]coming [A]soon[F#m]
[G]Right through this dirty old [Am]room.
Can[C]'t you [D]see [C]a 50- story buildi[Am]ng
[A]Where a palm tree used to [F]be?[G][Dm][D]
Well, I like a town that's flat,
I like a street that's [G]tame.
[Bb]You take out the trash; they all
[D]do [G]the same.
[D]But get back inside and [C]re main,
[C#]unti[G]l no t[D]ified.
[Dm]I wa[G]nt a[D] town that's clean and I
[Dm]want a rule that's maintained.

[Verse 3]
If you're [D]brown, back down.
If you're black, get back.
[C]Better whi[Gm]te than right.
[C]Better [D]dead than red.
Better [Bb]keep it con[Bbm]tained
[C#]in m[Dm]y town.[D][Gm][C]
[D]Now, in my town, I'm the big cheese.
Don't [Eb]like all those commie
rats in the palm [D]trees
Up there in Chavez Rav[C]ine.
They come down here to City [D]Hall,
Creating a big scene,
crying [Eb]"foul ball."
We'll [A]put the [D]head rat on the stand.
"Are you [Gm]now or have you e[F#]ver [D]been?"
Chief runs a make; director
runs [Eb]the names.
I write [D]the rules; I call the game.
[G]There's [C]the pitch,
[D]it's good; there goes your old neighbor[Aaug]hood.
Tell [Eb]the mayor

[Verse 4]
[D]duck out the back,
Tell the monsignor keep [G]the
deal [A]under his [D]hat.
Chavez Ravine plugged up,
[Eb]Bunker Hill ripped down.
[D]Cement mixers spreading the word around.
[Eb]This[C] here is m[G]y to[Dm]wn.[A][Eb][D][F]
[Eb][Em][Am][Eb]
[D][Am][D]
[Eb][D][Am]
[G][Bb][G][Dm][Am][C][Eb][D][Am]
[C][Am][Bbm][D]
Then the trolley stops by on its way [A]down [D]the hill,
[Bm][G][A]
And somebody's passing
by my [G]window [D]sill.
No shoes on the stairs,
no [A]knock at the [D]door
Of my [G]room, [A]of [G]my [A]room.[D]
Why should I go down?