Chumbawamba – Waiting For The Bus (Guitar)

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/****** normally the Guitar starts in the third line... *******/ [Verse 1]
C                      E         Am
My name is Gary Tyler, Louisiana-born

C             Em             F                    G
Shadow of the poplar tree on fields all ripe with corn

F               G              C             F
Sixteen years I counted on the rising of the sun

         Am              G              F    C
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
[Verse 2]
C                           E                 Am
Of all the Disunited States divided black and white

C         Em               F                G
Louisiana taught me how to think and how to fight

F           G               C      F
Sixty of us kids aboard the number 91

         Am              G              F    C
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
[Verse 3]
C                             E            Am
Bus was barely moving we were set upon and stopped

C           Em                  F                 G
Watched 200 white boys throwing bottles, cans and rocks

F                  G                  C                F
Trapped and scared together there was nowhere we could run

         Am              G              F    C
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
[Verse 4]
C                       E                Am
Boy outside the bus, an automatic in his hand

C                 Em               F                G
We heard a single shot and then we all just hit the ground

F                G             C            F
I never pulled a trigger and I never held a gun

         Am              G              F    C
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
[Verse 5]
C                            E                      Am
White boy lay there bleeding cops they searched the bus

C             Em                F             G
Never found a thing to say that it was one of us

F                G                 C              F
Took us down the station they were beating us for fun

         Am              G              F    C
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
[Verse 6]
C                         E                   Am
Gun produced from nowhere pinned the crime on me

C                Em                F            G
A lynchmob for a jury meant they'd never set me free

F               G            C               F
Thirty years in prison for a crime I haven't done

         Am              G              F    C
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home
[Verse 7]
C                                   E                 Am
Waiting here the world has turned a thousand times or more

C                 Em            F                       G
Stranded like the man who never knew they'd stopped the war

F               G              C            F
Waiting for the pardon but the pardon never comes

         Am              G              F    C
I'm just waiting for the bus to take me home.