Rockefeller Druglaw Blues
The Felice BrothersVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
The exhaust from the prison vans going to heaven
But Im going to Attica
Gonna put a hundred miles
Between me and my dealing habit
Im watching Poughkeepsie move by
In the afternoon rain
My hands are turning blue
From these cuffs they got me in
( )
I tried to keep my job
At the dollar store
Found out my mama was sick and
A dollar wasnt enough anymore
I promise you mama,
Im gonna get you them pills
I got me a box of bags
And a bakers scale
15 grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
15 years to life
Rockefeller x3
Thats a long old time
My brother was shot down on Warren St
A year ago tonight
Cant you see the medics with his body
In the siren light
I promise you, brother,
Ima be a good dad
Ima give our children something
Like we never had
Twenty boys in orange clothes
In the jailhouse yard
Twenty needle marks
On the arms of God
500 picketers this morning
On the governors lawn
50 white stars, my darling,
In the milky dawn
What fun.
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Readable chord sheet for Rockefeller Druglaw Blues by The Felice Brothers
[A]The exhaust from the p[E]rison vans going to heaven [D]But Im going to A[A]ttica Gonna put a hundred miles Between me and my dealing habit Im watching Poughkeepsie move by In the afternoon rain My hands are turning blue From these cuffs they got me in ([F#m] [A]) [A]I tried to [E]keep my job [D]At the dollar s[A]tore Found out my mama was sick and A dollar wasnt enough anymore I promise you mama, Im gonna get you them pills I got me a box of bags And a bakers scale [F#m]15 grams of [A]heroin [F#m]An ounce of s[A]peed [D]15 y[E]ears to l[A]ife [D]Roc[A]kef[F#m]eller x3 [D]Thats a long old t[A]ime My brother was shot down on Warren St A year ago tonight Cant you see the medics with his body In the siren light I promise you, brother, Ima be a good dad Ima give our children something Like we never had Twenty boys in orange clothes In the jailhouse yard Twenty needle marks On the arms of God 500 picketers this morning On the governors lawn 50 white stars, my darling, In the milky dawn What fun.