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SONG: CRUSH IN THE GHETTO (CD VERSION)
ATIST: JOLIE HOLLAND
VIDEO: https://youtu.be/fFf3RmPt7bs
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]
CRUSH IN THE GHETTO
JOLIE HOLLAND
INTRO:
NONE
VERSE:
I'm floating with the birds
I'm talking to the weeds
Look what you've done to me
I'm still dressed up from the night before
Silken hose and an old Parisian coat
CHORUS:
And I feel like a queen
At the bus stop on the street
Look what you've done to me
VERSE:
It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto
Finer than the day before
The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say
They know where the honey is
There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto
Birds of paradise are taller than me
The weeds grow high
The birds flicker by
Children are walking to school
In the midst of all of this profusion
The bus pulls up to take me back home
The bus driver looks like an African prince
The babies have tears in their eyes
CHORUS:
And I feel like a queen
On this sunny city bus
Look what you've done to me
================== ACOUSTIC & LIVE ====================
SONG: CRUSH IN THE GHETTO (ACOUSTIC & LIVE)
ATIST: JOLIE HOLLAND
VIDEO: https://youtu.be/V9Tz7IpyN0k
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]
CRUSH IN THE GHETTO
(ACOUSTIC & LIVE)
JOLIE HOLLAND
NOTE: This is a CHORD TAB for the ACOUSTIC & LIVE
version of this song. I provided the link to
it. Please rate accordingly.
INTRO:
NONE
VERSE:
I'm talking to the weeds
Ah look what you've done to me
I'm still dressed up from the night before
Silken hose and an old Parisian coat
CHORUS:
And I feel like a queen
At the bus stop on the street
Look what you've done to me
VERSE:
It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto
Birds of paradise are taller than me
It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto
Finer than the day before
The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say
They know where the honey is
There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto
Birds of paradise are taller than me
The weeds grow high
The birds flicker by
Children are walking to school
In the midst of all of this profusion
The bus pulls up to take me back home
The bus driver looks like an African prince
The babies have tears in their eyes
CHORUS:
And I feel like a queen
On this sunny city bus
Look what you've done to me
(moins de barrés)