Тональность: G major•
Verse 1
G
I had a gun pointed at my head on several occasions,
Yeah Nadine I was scared.
Something about a black man with a machine
gun make you wish you said your prayers,
C
G
It was Nigeria, the year was 1969
D
I was teaching criminology,
playing a little guitar on the side.
G
Verse 2
In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert,
Injun Jack puts a gun to my head
He said 'how do you like it now gentlemen?
How's your blue eyed boy Mr Dead?
C
It was Canada this time,
D
I was performing at the club Zanzibar
G
In the neon world of knives an d guns
Verse 3
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 4
the Indians cried in a Prince George motel room.
We were drunker than a thousand white
men playing lumber camp saloon.
C
It was Canada again,
D
There were grizzly bears
walking down main street
What an amazing sight to see.
G
Verse 5
well the devil rides a cubist horse,
the devil he's got angles
but God is an expressionist, he got the devil
C
strangled down in purgatorian limbo in hell
Ahh them southern rip
G
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
Verse 6
Em
Oh 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.
Interlude 1
Break
G
C
G
D
G
Verse 7
G
So I got off a plane in Nigeria,
it was 1969. Arrested by Ton Ton Macoute.
Taking photos was a war zone crime,
C
they were going to hack me up with machetes
a US ambassador come
D
So I played guitar with Victor Uwaifo
G
and taught a little criminology on the side
Verse 8
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
I know a little bit about a lot
of things
I'm a master in the art of
criminology
Verse 9
Am
No regrets, no surrender, no apology I know a
little bit about a lot of things
D
I'm a master in the art of
Verse 10
G
criminology
criminology
Outro 1
criminology
G
G
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