Down Rodeo(Tabs)

	        
  
 
opening chord (played around 64 times) 
 
fig.1 
e--9--| 
B--9--| 
G--13-| 
D--11-| 
A--9--| 
E--9--| 
 
then: 
 
fig. 1b 
e|------| 
B|------| 
G|------| 
D|-x--2-| 
A|-x--2-| 
E|-x--0-| 
 
fig.2  
Pre-chorus 
e------------------------------------------------------| 
B------------------------------------------------------| 
G-3b(4)r(3)-----------------------3b(4)r(3)------------| 
D-----------4-------------------xx-----------xxxx--xx--| 
A--------------2-2--------------xx-----------xxxx--xx--| 
E--------------0-0-0202320--02--xx-----------xxxx--xx--| 
played four times 
 
Fig. 3 
Chorus 
e----------| 
B----------| 
G----------|  
D-4-4-x-xx-| 
A-4-4-x-xx-| 
E-0-2-x-xx-| 
played four times 
Then this overdub w/ some weird effect 
 
Fig.3b 
B-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-17-| 
 
play all of fig. 3 twice then play fig 3a 
 
Verse: 
I am convinced that this is guitar with another weird effect, due to the  
fact that all sounds on this album are made by guitar, bass, drums, and  
vocals. 
Fig. 4 
G-7-9------o| 
D-----9-7--o| 
 
The post verse is still a mystery to me, but its some variation of fig.  
1 
 
solo: 
A:-4-2-4-2-4-2-4-2-4-2-| 
just play that, listen to the CD to get the rythym 
 
End part (the rungs torn from the ladder...)  
e|-----------|---------|----------------------|---------------| 
B|-----------|---------|----------------------|-closing chors-| 
G|-----------|---------|1212-12-12-12-12-12---|---------------| 
D|-----------|-----2---|     it's just a      |-2-------------| 
A|-----------|-2-2-2-2-| quiet, peaceful dance|-2-------------| 
E|-0-0-0-0-0-|-0-0-0-0-|----------------------|-0-------------| 
 
Lyrics: 
So now I'm Rolling  down rodeo with a shotgun 
These people ain't seen a brown skin man since their grandparents 
bought one 
 
VERSE: 
Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone  
Funk the track my verbs fly like the family stone 
The pen devils set the stage for the war at home 
Locked without a wage ya standin' in the drop zone 
The clockers born staring at an empty plate 
Momma's torn hands cover her sunken face 
We hungry but them belly full 
The structure is set ya never change it with a ballot pull 
In the ruins there's a network for the toxic rock 
School yard precinct, suburb to project block 
Bosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor 
The remains left chained to the powder war 
 
CHORUS: 
Can't waste a day when the night brings a hearse 
So make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first 
Can't waste the dy when the night brings a hearse 
So now I'm rolling down rodeo with a shotgun, these people ain't seen a  
brown skin man since their grand parents bought one 
 
VERSE 2: 
Bare witness to the sickest shot wwhile suckas get romantic  
They ain't gonna send us camping like they did my man Fred Hampton 
Still we lamping still clocking dirt for our sweat 
A ballots dead so bullets what I get 
A thousand years you had the tools we should be taking 'em   
Fuck the G ride I want the machines that are making them 
Our target straight aheadwith a room full of armed pawn to 
Off the Kings out the west side at dawn 
 
LAST PART: 
The rungs torn form the ladder can't reach the tumor 
One God, one market, one truth, one consumer 
Just a quiet and peeceful dance for things we'll never have 

	        

Written by Zack de la Rocha/Rage Against the Machine