CAPO 4 (Original Key: F#) D Em/D Dm7 Em/D (x4) D Em/D Dm7 Em/D A boy is born, in hard time Missis-sippi, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Surrounded by, four walls that ain't so pretty. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D His parents give, him love and af-fection, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D To keep him strong, moving in the right di-rection. G A A7 D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just enough, just e-nough, for the city... ee ha! D Em/D Dm7 Em/D His father works, some days for fourteen hours, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D And you can bet, he barely makes a dollar. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D His mother goes, to scrub the floors for many, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D And you'd best believe, she hardly gets a penny. G A A7 D Em/D Dm7 Em/D, D Living just enough, just e-nough, for the city... D7 G7 Bb Ab Da ba da da, da da, da, da da da da, da da da. Ab7 F Eb D Da da da da, da da da da da. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D His sister's black, but she is sho'nuff pretty, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Her skirt is short, but Lord, her legs are sturdy. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D To walk to school, she's got to get up early. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Her clothes are old, but never are they dirty. G A A7 D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just enough, just e-nough, for the city... D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Her brother's smart, he's got more sense than many. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D His patience's long, but soon he won't have any. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D To find a job, is like a haystack needle, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D 'Cos where he lives, they don't use coloured people. G A A7 D Em/D Dm7 Em/D, D Living just enough, just e-nough, for the city... D7 G7 Bb Ab Da ba da da, da da, da, da da da da, da da da. Ab7 F Eb D Da da da da, da da da da da. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just e-nough, for the city, yeah, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just e-nough, for the city. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just e-nough, for the city, yeah, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just e-nough, for the city. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just e-nough, for the city, yeah, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just e-nough, for the city. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just e-nough, for the city, yeah, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just e-nough, for the city. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D (x4) D Em/D Dm7 Em/D His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D He spends his life, walking the streets of New York City. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D He's almost dead, from breathing in air pol-lution, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D He tried to vote, but to him there's no so-lution. G A A7 D Em/D Dm7 Em/D Living just enough, just e-nough, for the city... D Em/D Dm7 Em/D I hope you hear, in-side my voice of sorrow; D Em/D Dm7 Em/D And that it motivates you to make a better to-morrow. D Em/D Dm7 Em/D This place is cruel, no where could be much colder, D Em/D Dm7 Em/D If we don't change; the world will soon be over. G A A7 D Em/D Dm7 Em/D D Living just enough, just e-nough, for the city... D7 G7 Bb Ab Da ba da da, da da, da, da da da da, da da da. Ab7 F Eb D Da da da da, da da da da da.
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