Subcity
Tracy ChapmanVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
People say it doesn't exist
'Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man
Here in subcity life is hard
We can't receive any government relief
I'd like to please give Mr. President my honest regards
For disregarding me
They say there's too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Government and big business hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
They say we've fallen through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won't let it
Help
I guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest living
Living this ain't living
What did I do deserve this
Had my trust in god
Worked everyday of my life
Thought I had some guarantees
That's what I thought
At least that's what I thought
Last night I had another restless sleep
Wondering what tomorrow might bring
Last night I dreamed
A cold blue light was shining down on me
I screamed myself awake
Thought I must be dying
Thought I must be dying
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Readable chord sheet for Subcity by Tracy Chapman
P[G]eople say it doesn't exist [Am] '[C]Cause no one would like to admit T[G]hat there is a city underground W[Am]here people live everyday O[C]ff the waste and decay O[G]ff the discards of their fellow man H[G]ere in subcity life is hard [Am] [C] W[G]e can't receive any gove[Am]rnment relief [D] I[G]'d like to please give Mr[Am]. Preside[C]nt my honest regards F[D]or disr[G]egarding me They say there's too much crime in these city streets My sentiments exactly Government and big business hold the purse strings When I worked I worked in the factories I'm at the mercy of the world I guess I'm lucky to be alive T[Am]hey say we've fallen through the cracks T[G]hey say the system works But we won't let it H[C]elp I guess they never stop to think W[G]e might not just want handouts B[Am]ut a way to make an honest living L[G]iving this ain't living What did I do deserve this Had my trust in god Worked everyday of my life Thought I had some guarantees That's what I thought At least that's what I thought Last night I had another restless sleep Wondering what tomorrow might bring Last night I dreamed A cold blue light was shining down on me I screamed myself awake Thought I must be dying Thought I must be dying