Remove AdsRage Against the Machine -
Down Rodeo
Ukulele
opening chord
fig.1
e--9--
B--9--
G--13-
D--11-
A--9--
E--9--
then:
fig. 1b
G
B
C
C x 2A x 2
G x 0
fig.2
Pre-chorus
G
B
C-3b(4)r(3)
D-----------4
G 2 2
G 0 0 0202320 02
played four times
3b(4)r(3)
xx xxxx xx
xx xxxx xx
xx xxxx xx
Fig. 3
Chorus
G
B
C
C 4 4 x xx
G 4 4 x xx
G 0 2 x xxplayed 4 times
Then this overdub
with 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:
Fig. 4
C 7 9 o|
C 9 7 o|
solo:
G: 4 2 4 2 4 2 4 2 4 2
just play that, listen to the
GC to get the rythym
End part
(the rungs torn from the ladder...)
G | |
B | | |
| closing chors
C | |1212 12
12 12 12 12 |
C | 2 | it's
just a | 2
G | 2 2 2 2 | quiet,
peaceful dance| 2
G 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 C 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
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