Tom: C major
Verse 1
Abdim
Am
Tinker
Dm
You just name any city and
Em
Tinker'd hate it for you.
Now,
Dm
Bb
Tinker not only hated cities,
Em
but if he got around somebody that even about liked a city,
well,
B
Ebm
Tinker'd throw a rock at him.
Dm
And sometimes he'd hit him.
Well, anyway,
Bb
we all knew that something was wrong in
Tinker's head,
Dm
and we all figured that we ought
Am
Dm
to do something for him
before he hurt somebody,
C
Dm
and we had to hang him.
C
So we took up this collection,
Am
C
and since there wasn't no psychiatrist
in our part of the world,
well, we sent him to a fella named
Freud.
Barton
Dm
Freud wasn't no psychiatrist,
Am
C
Am
but he was a chiropractor that did
a lot of heavy thinking.
Dm
C
Well,
Sir
Barton worked on
Tinker's head
Dm
for a couple of years,
and
Abdim
Bdim
Tinker stopped all that city hatin'.
G
Dm
Am
He was a different man.
C
Dm
Fact is, he is so different,
Bb
when he come home one night,
C
Db
Dm
his wife shot him for a trespasser.
C
Am
It was a beautiful funeral,
Tinker's face
Dm
F
that he had ever been a city hater.
C
F
C
F
Go die, big city, go die, big town,
C
F
C
you gave me nothing, and that's what I found.
F
I shine shoes for pennies,
F
C
F
C
Cause I know tomorrow it's gonna
Dm
G
rain my blood
Interlude 1
C
F
C
F
C
F
C
Verse 2
C
F
C
F
Go die, big town, your pool halls are crooked,
C
F
And I roll drums for change
C
F
Cause I know, tomorrow,
C
F
it's gonna rain, my blood
C
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