The Clash

Accords et partitions

Should I Stay Or Should I Go

D G A F

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Darling you've got to let me know Should I stay or should I go If you say that you are mine I'll be there 'til the end of time So you've gotta let me know

Rock The Casbah

Em7 Am Dm7 F G C

By order of the prophet We ban that boogie sound. Degenerate the faithful With that crazy Casbah sound. But the Bedouin, they brought out the electric camel drum.

London Calling

Em F G D

London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared, and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls London calling, now don't look to us

Spanish Bombs

F#m A C#m/E Dm C#m Bm

Spanish bombs yo te quirro y finito Yo te querda Oh ma corazon Spanish bombs yo te quirro y finito Yo te quirro oh ma corazon Spanish weeks in my disco casino

Straight To Hell

G Bm D A

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Verse 1: If you can play on the fiddle, how's about a British jig and reel Speaking king's English in quotation as railhead towns feel the steel mills rust Water frozen in the generation Clear as winter ice, this is your paradise

The Guns of Brixton

Am Em F

When they kick at your front door How you gonna come ? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun

Lost In The Supermarket

E B Amaj7 C#m Eadd9 C#m7

( in 2nd and 3rd choruses) I'M ALL LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET I CAN NO LONGER SHOP HAPPILY I CAME IN HERE FOB THE SPECIAL OFFER A GUARANTEED PERSONALITY

Clampdown

A D G E F# E/G#

The added and E are played on the low E string with a muted A string What are we gonna do now? Taking off his turban they say is this man a Jew working for the clampdown They put a poster saying "We earn more than you" they're working for the Clampdown

Train In Vain

A D Bm F#m

You say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you loved me, and that's a fact Than you left me, said you felt trapped Well, some things you can't explain away

I Fought the Law

A D E

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Breeakin rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money cause I had none I fought the law and the law won

Rudie Can't Fail

A E F#m D

How you get so rude and reckless Don't you be so crude and feckless You've been drinking brew for breakfast Rudie Can't Fail

The Magnificent Seven

Am Dm7

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THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN RlNG! RING! IT?S 7:00 AM MOVE Y?SELF TO GO AGAIN COLD WATER IN THE FACE BRINGS YOU BACK TO THIS AWFUL PLACE

White Man In Hammersmith Palais

A E D G C#m F#m

Midnight to six, man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, cool operator Ken Boothe, U.K. pop reggae

White Riot

A D G C E

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WHITE RIOT ? I WANNA RIOT WHITE RIOT ? A RIOT OF MY OWN WHITE RIOT ? I WANNA RIOT WHITE RIOT ? A RIOT OF MY OWN BLACK PEOPLE GOTTA LOT A PROBLEMS

Charlie Don't Surf

D Bm Em7 F#m7

CHORUS Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie's gonna be a napalm star

Death Or Glory

C F G

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Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love n hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands Hands that slap his kids around cause they dont understand how

Jimmy Jazz

A E D F#m

The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread Cut off his ears and chop off his head

Wrong 'Em Boyo

D C E G

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Stagger Lee met Billy and They got down to gambling Stagger Lee throwed seven Billy said that he throwed eight

Know Your Rights

Abm E B Bb Gb

Verse Abm (riff) You have the right not to be killed. Murder is a crime. Unless it was done by a policeman or an aristocrat.

Hateful

C Am C/B G D E7sus4/B

Well, I got a friend who's a man (who's a man?) What man? The man who keeps me from the lonely the only He gives me what I need (What you need?) What ya got? I need it all so badly Chorus

Ghetto Defendant

Am C Dm Em B D

[Verse 1] Starved in metropolis Hooked on necropolis Addict of metropolis Do the worm on acropolis

Safe European Home

A B E F#m C# G#m

Well I just got back and I wish I never leave now (Where'd ya go?) Who dat Martian arrival over at the airport, yeah? How many local dollars for a local anesthetic? The johnny on the corner was-a very sympathetic

Koka Kola

G D Bm C Em A

VERSE 3: Coming through the door is a snub nose 44, the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor Your eyeballs feel like pinballs and your tongue feels like a fish, you're leaping from the windows saying Don't give me none of this

Brand New Cadillac

E A B7 NC

My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac My baby drove up in a brand new cadillac She said "Hey come here big Daddy" I ain't ever commin back

Janie Jones

E B A C#

HE'S IN LOVE WITH ROCK?N?ROLL WOAAHH HE'S IN LOVE WITH GETTIN' STONED WOAAHH HE'S IN LOVE WITH JANIE JONES BUT HE DON'T LIKE HIS BORING JOB, NO... AN' HE KNOWS WHAT HE?S GOT TO DO

Right Profile

B A E e D a

The Clash The Right Profile London Calling I love this song but I saw no tab here for it. The song is more or less the same chords

Career Opportunities

A E D F#m G C

THEY OFFERED ME THE OFFICE, OFFERED ME THE SHOP THEY SAID I'D BETTER TAKE ANYTHING THEY?D GOT DO YOU WANNA MAKE TEA AT THE BBC? DO YOU WANNA BE, DO YOU REALLY WANNA BE A COP? CAREER OPPORTUNITIES ARE THE ONES THAT NEVER KNOCK

The Card Cheat

C Dm G F Em

Verse 1 There's a solitary man crying hold me It's only because he's a lonely If the keeper of time runs slowly He won't be alive for Long!

Im So Bored With The Usa

E A C B G#

Yankee soldier, he wanna shoot some skag He met it in Cambodia but now he can't afford a bag Yankee dollar talk to the dictators of the world In fact it's giving orders and they can't afford to miss a word

Washington Bullets

E B6 A6

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town

Complete Control

E B A C#m Bsus4 D

THEY SAID RELEASE "REMOTE CONTROL" BUT WE DIDN?T WANT IT ON THE LABEL THEY SAID, "FLY TO AMSTERDAM" THE PEOPLE LAUGHED BUT THE PRESS WENT MAD OOH OOH OOH SOMEONE'S REALLY SMART

Lovers Rock

G Am D C

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Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right If you wanna make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock 'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name

Stay Free

G C Bm E Am C/G

WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN?T FOOLS THE TEACHER SAYS WE'RE DUMB WE'RE ONLY HAVING FUN WE PISS ON EVERYONE

Police And Thieves

G Am B A C D

Police and thieves in the streets Oh yeah! Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street Oh yeah!

I'm Not Down

A C#m E F#m B D

If it's true a rich man leads a sad life, That's what the say from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives On Judgement Day with nothin' to say? Chorus

Tommy Gun

A B E D A/F# C#m

(Drum roll) (four times) TOMMY GUN ? HE AIN'T HAPPY LESS HE GOT ONE TOMMY GUN ? HE AIN?T GONNA SHOOT THE PLACE UP JUST FOR FUN MAYBE HE WANTS TO DIE ? FOR THE MONEY

Revolution Rock

B C#m F# E

Careful how you move, mac, you dig me in me back An Im so pilled up that I rattle I have got the sharpeest knife, so I cut the biggest slice But I have no time to do battle

Police On My Back

G D A

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Well, I'm running Police on my back Can you help me? Police on my back I am hiding

This Is England

Eb Ab Bb Fm

[Verse 1] I hear a gang fight on a human factory farm Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm Her voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm

London's Burning

F G C D

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Intro: ALL ACROSS THE TOWN, ALL ACROSS THE NIGHT EVERYBODY'S DRIVING WITH FULL HEADLIGHTS BLACK OR WHITE TURN IT ON, FACE THE NEW RELIGION EVERYBODY?S SITTING ?ROUND WATCHING TELEVISION!

Something About England

Am C F G7 Em Dm

They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected gentlemen They say it would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again

English Civil War

G A Em Am C F

WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN HURRAH TRA-LA HE'S COMING BY BUS OR UNDERGROUND HURRAH TRA-LA A WOMAN'S EYE WILL SHED A TEAR TO SEE HIS FACE SO BEATEN IN FEAR AN' IT WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER IN THE ENGLISH

Remote Control

F C G A D B

Who needs remote control From the Civic Hall Push a button Activate You gotta work an' you're late

Hitsville Uk

C F G Am C7 F7

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They cried the tears they shed the fears, Up and down the land, They stole guitars,or used guitars So the tape would understand Without even the slightest hope

Lose This Skin

A D D5 Bm Bb Em

[Verse] Come with me. I won't hide We're going away on a ride We meet each day, use time to see While we're young and almost free

Clash City Rockers

A E B D G G#m

Intro: / An' I wanna move the town to the Clash City Rockers You need a little jump of electrical shockers You better leave town if you only wanna knock us (same)

Car Jamming

D A E F#m C#m C#

Verse I (3 times) Tonight they're closing up the world The secret smell of cigarettes What is that?

Armagideon Time

Bm F#m

[Verse 1] A lotta people won't get no supper tonight A lotta people won't get no justice tonight The battle is gettin' hotter in this Iration, Armagideon time

Somebody Got Murdered

E A F#m C#m B

[Verse 1] Someone lights a cigarette While ridin' in a car Some old guy takes a swig And passes back the jar

Julies Been Working For The Drug Squad

A D E

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VERSE 1: It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie She giggle at the screen 'cos it looks so green There's carpets on the pavement and feathers in her eye But sooner or later, her new friends will realise

Junco Partner

F Bb C7

Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing 6 months ain't no sentence

Garageland

A B D E C#m A/C#

BACK IN THE GARAGE WITH MY BULLSHIT DETECTOR CARBON MONOXIDE MAKING SURE IT'S EFFECTIVE PEOPLE RINGING UP MAKING OFFERS FOR MY LIFE BUT I JUST WANNA STAY IN THE GARAGE ALL NIGHT WE'RE A GARAGE BAND AH....

The Call Up

Dm C D5

[Verse 1] It's up to you not to heed the call-up You must not act the way you were brought up Who knows the reasons why you have grown up? Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?

What's My Name

E F# A G B D

I TRIED SPOT CREAM AN? I TRIED IT ALL I'M CRAWLING UP THE WALL! WHAT'S MY NAAAAME.... NAAAAME....NAAAAME.... I TRIED TO JOIN A PING-PONG CLUB, SIGN ON THE DOOR SAID ALL FULL UP!

Inoculated City

D C

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[Verse 1] The soldier boy for his soldier's pay, obeys Dsus2 D The sergeant at arms, whatever he says The sergeant will for his sergeant's pay, obey

Rebel Waltz

Em Bm G C B Am

I slept as I dreamed of a time long a-go. I saw an army of rebels dancing on air. I dreamed as I slept. I could see the camp fires, A song of the battle that was born in the flames, And the rebels were waltzing on air

Deny

D C B A Bm G

DENY YOU?RE SUCH A LIAR YOU WON'T KNOW THE TRUTH IF IT HITS YOU IN THE EYE DENY YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR

Overpowered By Funk

E5 D#5 A5 C#5 C F5

If you ain't reggae for it? Funk out! No-one knocking at your door? Funk out! Overpowered by funk?

Protex Blue

G C F D Em

STANDING IN THE BOG OF A WEST END BAR GUY ON THE RIGHT LEANING OVER TOO FAR MONEY IN MY POCKET GONNA PUT IT IN THE SLOT OPEN UP THE PACK SEE WHAT TYPE I GOT I DIDN?T WANT TO HOLD YOU

Up In Heaven (Not Only Here)

D A F#m Bm G A/E

The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality estates that the hero's got And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds? You can piss in the lifts which have broken down

Cheat

A E D B C F

I GET VIOLENT WHEN I?M FUCKED UP I GET SILENT WHEN I'M DRUGGED UP WANT EXCITEMENT, DON'T GET NONE, I GO WILD I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT IT IF YOU PLAY THE GAME YOU GET NOTHING OUT OF IT

One More Time

Em D D/F#

Must I get a witness? for all this misery There's no need to, brothers everybody can see That its one more time in the ghetto you know One more time if you please now One more time to the dying man

Atom Tan

A G D C A7 D7

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Now the corporations stopped Stopped pushing fast food Been a multiple shooting Downtown at the bank Reluctantly the panic

The Leader

F C Bb

Atom secrets, secret leaflet Have the boys found the leak yet? The molehill sets the wheel in motion His downfall picks up locomotion

Last Gang in Town

F Bb C F/A A Gm

Everybody's looking for last gang in town You better watch out for they're all comin' around The sport of today is exciting The in crowd are into infighting When some punk sees some rock-olla

48 Hours

E D G B A F#

Hello this song is great for new or old time clash fans if you play this song with Barre chords it is great, but you could use open chords if your a singer The intro is two chords open-E7 x2 E7sus4 x2 play it 4 times.

Guns On The Roof

E D E/B C# B A/C#

I swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but ............the truth

Lightning Strikes Not Once But Twice

Am7 E7

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[Verse 1] Now lightning strikes in old New York It may be dark but I wanna talk It might rain, it might snow There's too many things that I got to know

Corner Soul

F#m7 E A Bm

Is the music of grove skin rock Soaked in the diesel of war boys war? Blood, black gold and the face of a judge Is the music calling for a river of blood?

Drug Stabbin' Time

D A G E F# F

Drug stabbing time Well I got working on the Ford line A paying off the big fine Drug stabbin' time Drug stabbin' time

1977

F E G D C F#m

IN 1977 I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN COS I BEEN TOO LONG ON THE DOLE AND I CAN?T WORK AT ALL DANGER STRANGER YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE

Lets Go Crazy

A E F#m D

"I'm entertaining the people, and I'm also Arthur Collins is calling for peace in the carnival. And love. And also all of you, the young generation of today, I am begging them And I'm preaching to them, and I'm selling my records, I'm selling clothes I'm selling clove at the young generation in ENgland today.

Cheapskates

F C Am G E Em

I have been a washer up An' he has been a scrubber up An' I seen him a picking up Dog ends in the rain An' he has never read a book

Jail Guitar Doors

E A B G#m A7 C

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine A little more every day Holding for a friend till the band do well Then the D.E.A. locked him away Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

Pressure Drop

G D C

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I said a pressure drop, Oh pressure Oh pressure's gonna drop on you I said pressure drop Oh pressure

Gates Of The West

C G F Em Am C5

[Verse 1] I would love to be the lucky one on Chill Avenue Who could keep your hear warm when ice has turned it blue But beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night I'm looking back for home and I can see the lights

Midnight Log

G Em B E A D

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Working for the devil You'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him Down among the racks' You don't believe in him

The Prisoner

G A D Bm F#m

THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN AN' WE LEAVE BEFORE THE TRUNCHEONS SO IT'S BACK TO WATCH THE DAY TO DAY

Kingston Advice

G Cm6 A G/A Dm/A

In these days you can get no rice No razor blades but you can get knife In these days see the people run They have no food but the boy have gun In these days they don't throw the stone

1-2 Crush On You

A F#m D E G

[Verse 1] Standing in a queue of a school canteen Guys on the corner they were laughin' at me But I don't mind if they see it all You know I gotta come clean

City Of The Dead

G F C Am E

[Verse 1] Ooh, this is the city of the dead As we lie side by side in bed (ooh) I'd do somethin' else instead But it is the city of the dead (ooh)

Capitol Radio

E B A C#m F#m

There's a tower in the heart of London With a radio station right at the top They don't make the city beat They're making all the action stop

Groovy Times

A E B G#m G Bm

High Street shops are boarded up, And the terrace it is fenced in. See-through shields are walled across The way that you came in. But there's no need to get excited,

Dirty Punk

F5 G5 C5 Bb5 Ab5 C

[Verse 1] Going to be a dirty punk Gonna prowl your neighborhood To the sound of rebel funk Turn it up loud like it should

Are You Ready

B E F# A D G#

Enter --- Are you ready for war---war-----war Repeat opening sequence throughout verses High above the sattelites/Fill the Earth with colder nights <u>A</u>(alt. <u>C#</u>) Europe switches off it's lights/Are you ready for War?

Three Card Trick

D E A

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(repeat a second time but without the slide) Verse 1 Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion

All the Young Punks

B F# F#/Bb E F#/B F

Hanging about down the market street I spent a lot of time on my feet When I saw some passing yabbos We did chance to speak I knew how to sing

North And South

D C#m A E Bm G

Now I know,time can march,with it's charging feet Now I know,words are only cheap Theres gonna be a burn out,all around this town The South is up,oh but the north is down There's gonna be a killin' of a woman and a man

In The Pouring Rain

G F E

I could see as I rode in The ships were gone and the pit fell in A funeral bell tolled the hour in A lonely drunkard slumbering

Every Little Bit Hurts

G F Am C B G#

I can't take this loneliness you’ve given me I can't go on giving my life away Come back to me, darling, you'll see I can give you all the things that you wanted before, if you will stay

English Civil War Johnny Comes Marching Home

A G C F Em E

[Verse 1] When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah, tralah He's coming by bus or underground, hurrah, tralah A woman's eye will shed a tear to see his face so beaten in fear And it was just around the corner in the English Civil War

One Emotion

G C A5 Em D Bm

[Verse 1] One emotion It's all over the place You let it get out It cuts in your face