{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":160869,"song":"Crack City Rockers","artist":"Leftöver Crack","content_type":"tab","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11001500-crack-city-rockers-tab-by-leftover-crack/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/160869?type=tab","rating":4.36385,"votes":6,"content":"Intro\r\n\r\n||[ch]E[/ch]  |[ch]G[/ch]  |[ch]A[/ch]  |[ch]D[/ch]  |\r\n\r\n\r\n||[ch]D[/ch]  |[ch]A[/ch]  |[ch]Hm[/ch] |[ch]F#m[/ch] |[ch]G[/ch]  |[ch]A[/ch]  |[ch]D[/ch]  |\r\n\r\nSka\r\n\r\n||[ch]D[/ch]  |[ch]A[/ch]  |[ch]G[/ch]  |[ch]Hm[/ch]-[ch]A[/ch]||\r\n\r\nPunk\r\n\r\n||[ch]D[/ch]  |[ch]A[/ch]  |[ch]Hm[/ch] |[ch]F#m[/ch] |[ch]G[/ch]  |[ch]A[/ch]  |[ch]D[/ch]  |\r\n\r\nsong text:\r\nLeftover crack-Crack city rocker\r\n\r\n\r\nno panhandling they say it isnt a job\r\noh but i disagree ya ignorant slob\r\nbut there may come a day, when yer found down & out\r\nand the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt\r\nya might be a skinhead ya might be a punk\r\njust give us a quarter so we can get drunk\r\nthank you for shopping and please come again \r\n\r\nyou suffer to know, try even harder to see\r\nmaking sense of yer life in a fucked reality\r\nfrom decatur st. up to avenue A\r\nfrom El Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay\r\nya turned a spangin' job into a life long career\r\nfor a tin A' tabacco and a fourty of beer\r\nnow yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? \r\n\r\nyer stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish\r\n& yer askin real nice for them to letcha go\r\nso they ask if they were shot in the street\r\nwould ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no \r\n\r\nafter all of the times that ya barely scraped by\r\nwith the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye\r\nnow yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? \r\n\r\nwith the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin'\r\nin the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rockin'\r\nyeah when we were alive we were wicked and young\r\nwith the good times we had and the songs we sung\r\nnow it's sad that you died and i wish you would stay\r\nbut i sold all my stamps at the end of the day\r\nand now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out? \r\n\r\nPopeye: \r\n(yeah bad luck man, plenty of that to go around\r\nmy good friend gone was always there to share it with me)\r\n\r\nafter all of the times that ya barely scraped by\r\nwith the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye\r\nnow yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? \r\n\r\ni got assualted by officer friendly\r\non the 4th of july stick a needle in my eye\r\ni said \"i didn't do nothin'\" & \"whats this all about?\"\r\nhe said \"resisting arrest\" as his pulled his baton out\r\nspitting bile and blood as they left me for dead\r\nmy thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head\r\nand the last one left is: is my bad luck running out?\r\n\r\n\r\n[ch]E[/ch]-mail :[ch]C[/ch]-Squat@gmx.net","plain_text":"Intro\n\n||E  |G  |A  |D  |\n\n\n||D  |A  |Hm |F#m |G  |A  |D  |\n\nSka\n\n||D  |A  |G  |Hm-A||\n\nPunk\n\n||D  |A  |Hm |F#m |G  |A  |D  |\n\nsong text:\nLeftover crack-Crack city rocker\n\n\nno panhandling they say it isnt a job\noh but i disagree ya ignorant slob\nbut there may come a day, when yer found down & out\nand the hateful replies will fill ya with doubt\nya might be a skinhead ya might be a punk\njust give us a quarter so we can get drunk\nthank you for shopping and please come again \n\nyou suffer to know, try even harder to see\nmaking sense of yer life in a fucked reality\nfrom decatur st. up to avenue A\nfrom El Guadelupe in texas to the san francisco bay\nya turned a spangin' job into a life long career\nfor a tin A' tabacco and a fourty of beer\nnow yer drinkin & yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? \n\nyer stopped by the cops & ya hope & ya wish\n& yer askin real nice for them to letcha go\nso they ask if they were shot in the street\nwould ya laugh in their face and ya can't say no \n\nafter all of the times that ya barely scraped by\nwith the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye\nnow yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? \n\nwith the cobra we drank and the shit we were talkin'\nin the tenderloin gutter we were crack city rockin'\nyeah when we were alive we were wicked and young\nwith the good times we had and the songs we sung\nnow it's sad that you died and i wish you would stay\nbut i sold all my stamps at the end of the day\nand now i'm drinkin' and i'm thinkin' is my bad luck runnin' out? \n\nPopeye: \n(yeah bad luck man, plenty of that to go around\nmy good friend gone was always there to share it with me)\n\nafter all of the times that ya barely scraped by\nwith the lice in yer hair and the gleam in yer eye\nnow yer drinkin' and yer thinkin is my bad luck runnin' out? \n\ni got assualted by officer friendly\non the 4th of july stick a needle in my eye\ni said \"i didn't do nothin'\" & \"whats this all about?\"\nhe said \"resisting arrest\" as his pulled his baton out\nspitting bile and blood as they left me for dead\nmy thoughts leaked out through a fissure in my head\nand the last one left is: is my bad luck running out?\n\n\nE-mail :C-Squat@gmx.net","chords":["E","G","A","D","Hm","F#m","C"]}