Tom Russell

Tom Russell

Criminology
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Intro: G 

verse 1 
              
I had a gun pointed at my head on several occasions 
G 
Yeah, Nadine I was scared 

Something about a black man with a machine gun  
G 
Make you wish you said your prayers 
         C      
It was Nigeria 
                     G 
The year was Nineteen Sixty-Nine 
      D 
I was teaching criminology 
                              G 
Played a little guitar on the side 


verse 2 

In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert 
G 
Indian Jack puts a gun to my head 

He said, "How do you like it now gentlemen?  
G 
How’s your blue eyed boy, Mr Dead?" 
       C       
It was Canada this time 
                     G 
The year was Nineteen Seventy-One 
      D 
I was performing at the Club Zanzibar 
                                G    
In the neon world of knives and guns 


[Refrão]
Em Oh, excuse me if I’m boring you, dear listener G Accept my humble apology Am You may think I’m just a folk singer, no D G I’m a master in the art of criminology verse 3 When Picasso died, the Indians cried G In a Prince George motel room We were drunker than a thousand white men G Playing lumber camp saloon C It was Canada again G The year was Nineteen Seventy-Three D There were grizzly bears walking down main street G What an amazing sight to see verse 4 Well, the devil rides a cubist horse G The devil he’s got angles But god is an expressionist G He got the devil strangled C Down in purgatorian limbo in hell G Ahh, them southern rip joints just like that D God’s waiting room is full of painters and poets G And old black jazz saints in pork pie hats
[Refrão]
Em Well, excuse me if I’m boring you, dear listener G Accept my humble apology Am You may think I’m some jive folk singer, no D G I’m a master in the art of criminology Instrumental G C G D G Verse 5 So, I got off a plane in Nigeria G It was Nineteen Sixty-Nine Arrested by Ton Ton Macoute G Taking photos was a war zone crime C They were gonna hack me up with machetes G A US ambassador, come home, paid my bribe D So, I played guitar with Victor Uwaifo G Taught a little criminology on the side
[Refrão]
Em Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it G No regrets, no surrender, no apology Am I know a little bit about a lot of things D G I’m a master in the art of criminology Em Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it G No regrets, no surrender, no apology Am I know a little bit about a lot of things D G I’m a master in the art of criminology Outro G Criminology G Criminology G Criminology

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