{"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":81030,"song":"Down Rodeo","artist":"Rage Against The Machine","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11548303-down-rodeo-chords-by-rage-against-the-machine/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/81030?type=chord","rating":0.0411,"votes":0,"content":"#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------#\r\n#-----------------------------------------------------------------------------#\r\n\r\n\r\nstandard tuning\r\n\r\nopening chord (played around 64 times)\r\n\r\n[tab]fig.1\r\ne--9--\r\nB--9--\r\nG--13-\r\nD--11-\r\nA--9--\r\nE--9--[/tab]\r\n\r\nthen:\r\n\r\n[ch]E[/ch]\r\n[ch]B[/ch]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nD x  2[/tab]\r\nA x  2\r\nE x  0\r\n\r\n[tab]fig.2\r\nPre-chorus\r\n[ch]E[/ch]\r\n[ch]B[/ch]\r\n[ch]G[/ch]-3b(4)r(3)                       3b(4)r(3)\r\nD-----------4                   xx           xxxx  xx\r\nA              2 2              xx           xxxx  xx\r\nE              0 0 0202320  02  xx           xxxx  xx\r\nplayed four times[/tab]\r\n\r\nChorus\r\n[ch]E[/ch]\r\n[ch]B[/ch]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nD 4 4 x xx[/tab]\r\nA 4 4 x xx\r\nE 0 2 x xx\r\nplayed four times\r\nThen this overdub w/ some weird effect\r\n\r\n[tab]Fig.3b\r\nB-17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17 17[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\nVerse:\r\nI am convinced that this is guitar with another weird effect, due to the\r\nfact that all sounds on this album are made by guitar, bass, drums, and\r\nvocals.\r\nG 7 9      o|\r\nD     9 7  o|\r\n\r\nThe post verse is still a mystery to me, but its some variation of fig.\r\n1\r\n\r\nsolo:\r\nA: 4 2 4 2 4 2 4 2 4 2\r\njust play that, listen to the CD to get the rythym\r\n\r\nEnd part (the rungs torn from the ladder...)\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]           |         |                      |\r\nB           |         |                      | closing chors[/tab]\r\nG           |         |1212 12 12 12 12 12   |\r\nD           |     2   |  it's just a         | 2\r\nA           | 2 2 2 2 | quiet, peaceful dance| 2\r\nE 0 0 0 0 0 | 0 0 0 0 |                      | 0\r\n\r\nLyrics:\r\nSo now I'm Rolling  down rodeo with a shotgun\r\nThese people ain't seen a brown skin man since their grandparents\r\nbought one\r\n\r\nVERSE:\r\nBangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone\r\nFunk the track my verbs fly like the family stone\r\nThe pen devils set the stage for the war at home\r\nLocked without a wage ya standin' in the drop zone\r\nThe clockers born staring at an empty plate\r\nMomma's torn hands cover her sunken face\r\nWe hungry but them belly full\r\nThe structure is set ya never change it with a ballot pull\r\nIn the ruins there's a network for the toxic rock\r\nSchool yard precinct, suburb to project block\r\nBosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor\r\nThe remains left chained to the powder war\r\n\r\nCHORUS:\r\nCan't waste a day when the night brings a hearse\r\nSo make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first\r\nCan't waste the dy when the night brings a hearse\r\nSo now I'm rolling down rodeo with a shotgun, these people ain't seen a\r\nbrown skin man since their grand parents bought one\r\n\r\nVERSE 2:\r\nBare witness to the sickest shot wwhile suckas get romantic\r\nThey ain't gonna send us camping like they did my man Fred Hampton\r\nStill we lamping still clocking dirt for our sweat\r\nA ballots dead so bullets what I get\r\nA thousand years you had the tools we should be taking 'em\r\nFuck the G ride I want the machines that are making them\r\nOur target straight aheadwith a room full of armed pawn to\r\nOff the Kings out the west side at dawn\r\n\r\nLAST PART:\r\nThe rungs torn form the ladder can't reach the tumor\r\nOne God, one market, one truth, one consumer\r\nJust a quiet and peeceful dance for things we'll never have\r","plain_text":"#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------#\n#-----------------------------------------------------------------------------#\n\n\nstandard tuning\n\nopening chord (played around 64 times)\n\n\n\nthen:\n\nE\nB\n\nA x  2\nE x  0\n\n\n\nChorus\nE\nB\n\nA 4 4 x xx\nE 0 2 x xx\nplayed four times\nThen this overdub w/ some weird effect\n\n\n\n\nVerse:\nI am convinced that this is guitar with another weird effect, due to the\nfact that all sounds on this album are made by guitar, bass, drums, and\nvocals.\nG 7 9      o|\nD     9 7  o|\n\nThe post verse is still a mystery to me, but its some variation of fig.\n1\n\nsolo:\nA: 4 2 4 2 4 2 4 2 4 2\njust play that, listen to the CD to get the rythym\n\nEnd part (the rungs torn from the ladder...)\n\nG           |         |1212 12 12 12 12 12   |\nD           |     2   |  it's just a         | 2\nA           | 2 2 2 2 | quiet, peaceful dance| 2\nE 0 0 0 0 0 | 0 0 0 0 |                      | 0\n\nLyrics:\nSo now I'm Rolling  down rodeo with a shotgun\nThese people ain't seen a brown skin man since their grandparents\nbought one\n\nVERSE:\nBangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight can't fight alone\nFunk the track my verbs fly like the family stone\nThe pen devils set the stage for the war at home\nLocked without a wage ya standin' in the drop zone\nThe clockers born staring at an empty plate\nMomma's torn hands cover her sunken face\nWe hungry but them belly full\nThe structure is set ya never change it with a ballot pull\nIn the ruins there's a network for the toxic rock\nSchool yard precinct, suburb to project block\nBosses broke south for new flesh and a factory floor\nThe remains left chained to the powder war\n\nCHORUS:\nCan't waste a day when the night brings a hearse\nSo make a move and plead the fifth 'cause ya can't plead the first\nCan't waste the dy when the night brings a hearse\nSo now I'm rolling down rodeo with a shotgun, these people ain't seen a\nbrown skin man since their grand parents bought one\n\nVERSE 2:\nBare witness to the sickest shot wwhile suckas get romantic\nThey ain't gonna send us camping like they did my man Fred Hampton\nStill we lamping still clocking dirt for our sweat\nA ballots dead so bullets what I get\nA thousand years you had the tools we should be taking 'em\nFuck the G ride I want the machines that are making them\nOur target straight aheadwith a room full of armed pawn to\nOff the Kings out the west side at dawn\n\nLAST PART:\nThe rungs torn form the ladder can't reach the tumor\nOne God, one market, one truth, one consumer\nJust a quiet and peeceful dance for things we'll never have","chords":["B","G","D","A","E"],"chord_diagrams":{"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}