Rodriguez – Inner City Blues Ukulele Chords

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

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

’Cos Papa don’t allow no new ideas here
And now he sees the news, but the picture’s not too clear.
Mama, Papa, stop, treasure what you got,
Soon you may be caught without it
The curfew’s set for eight, will it ever all be straight I doubt it

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

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

’Cos Papa don’t allow no new ideas here
And now hear the music, but the words don’t sound too clear
Mama, Papa, stop, treasure what you got,
Soon you may be caught without it
The curfew’s set for eight, will it ever all be straight I doubt it

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