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Intro:
E, Em, A Etc.
Verse:
E A
Going down a dirty inner city side road, I plotted
E A
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi, I nodded
E B5 E
Looked up as the sky began to cry, she shot it
E A E
Meet a girl from Dearborn, early six o-clock this morn, a cold fact
A E
Asked about her bag, suburbia's such a drag, wont go back
Chorus:
G D A E
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas round here
G D A E
And now he sees the news, but the pictures not too clear
A E
Mama, Papa, stop, treasure what you got; soon you may be caught without it
A E
The curfews set for eight; will it ever all be straight? I doubt it.
Verse:
E A E
Seven jealous fools playing by her rules, can't believe her
A E
He feels so in between, can't break the scene, it would grieve her
E B5 A
And that's the reason why he must cry, he'll never leave her.
E A
E
Crooked children, yellow chalk writing on the concrete walk, their King died
A E
Drinking from a Judas cup, looking down but seeing up, sweet red wine
Chorus:
G D A E
'Cos Papa don't allow no new ideas round here
G D A E
And now you hear the music, but the words don't sound too clear.
A E
Mama, Papa, stop. Treasure what you got. Soon you may be caught without it
A E
The curfews set for eight will it ever all be straight? I doubt it.
Outro:
E A
Going down a dusty, Georgian side road, I wonder
E B5 E
The wind splashed in my face, can smell a trace, of thunder.