Am  Am  F  Am  Am  F
 
         Am                   Am F 
Well the cop made the show-down 
       Am              Am F 
He was sure he was right 
       Am               Am F 
He had all of the low-down
         Am                 Am F
From the bank-heist last night
 
Dm                           G
His best friend was the robber,
Dm                     G
And his wife was a thief
Dm                          G
All his children were killers, 
Dm                     G  F
He couldn't get no relief 
 
                        G
The bungalow was surrounded 
 F                        G
When a voice loud and clear 
 F                                 G
Said "Come on out with your hands up 
F
Or we'll blow you out of here"
 
             G          Am   F
There was a face in the window 
         Am           F
The t.v. cameras rolled
                       Am    F
Then they cut to the announcer, 
         Am          F
And the story was told 
 
solo: F  G  F  G  F  G  Am 
 
The artist looked at the producer
the producer sat back
He said "what we have got here
is a perfect track
 
But we don't have a vocal
and we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
nothing else could go wrong"
 
So he balanced the ashtray
as he picked up the phone
And said "send me a songwriter
who's drifted far from home
 
And make sure that he's hungry
and make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
and a new 'rolling stone'"
Yeah
 
solo: F  G  F  G  F  G  Am   
 
"There's still crime in the city",
said the cop on the beat
"I don't know if i can stop it,
I feel like meat on the street"
 
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
well I play by their rules
 
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my own hand
So here i am in the alleyway
a wad of cash in my pants
 
I get paid by a ten year old
he says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
but it's good to be free
Yeah
 
solo: F  G  F  G  F  G  Am   
 
Well I come from a family
that has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to daddy
on the telephone
 
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
 
But that's the way all my friends are
except maybe one or two
Wish I could see him this weekend
wish I could walk in his shoes
 
But now I'm doing my own thing
sometimes I'm good then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
it's the best home I ever had
Yeah
 
solo: F  G  F  G  F  G  Am   
 
Well I keep getting younger
my life's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to
talk I forgot what to say
 
I sassed back to my mom
I sassed back at my teacher
I got thrown out of bible school
for sassing back at the preacher
 
Then I grew up to be a fireman
put every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
but when I put the hose down
 
The judge sent me to prison
gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose
down wish I never got old