Neil Young – Crime In The City (Ukulele)

Firstly this song is played down a step ie tuned down. With standard tuning = EADGBE, Then CITC tuning = DGCFAD (to be in tune with the CD) So the chords played are Bm & G, not Am & F but tuned down, if you get my drift.. Play Bm with the index finger over the E & B strings, 2nd fret and the thumb over the E string, 2nd fret. This is played, picking the notes while playing the chords. If you play this in standard tuning it will be a step too high. But tuned down, it will in tune with the Freedom version.

E ---2--2--0--2--2--0--3----2-----------------------3---|
B ---3-----------------0----3--3--2--3--2--0--2--0--0---|
G ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|
D ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|
A ---2-----------------2----2-----------------------2---|
E ---2-----------------3----2-----------------------3---|

Am F Am F

E ---2--2--0--2--0--2--3----2-----------------------3---|
B ---3-----------------0----3--3--2--3--2--0--2--0--0---|
G ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|
D ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|
A ---2-----------------2----2-----------------------2---|
E ---2-----------------3----2-----------------------3---|

Am F Am Chords:

       Am        G*
     DGCFAD    DGCFAD

224432 222222(Bar) ^^^^ ^^^^ ^ = emphasis on these strings while struming Intro: G Am G* Am 4x Am G* F 2x

                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

  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 story was told.

Am G* Am 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. C G F G 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. C G F G 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.