Tonalidad: Ab major
Verse 1
F#
G
This is from the soft machine called
Where
You
B
Belong.
D
My trouble began when I de
A
Am
G
cided I was executive timber.
F#
F
It starts like this.
G
G
A big blonde driller from
B
A
F#
A
Dallas picked me out of the labor pool to be his houseboy in a prefabricated,
air -conditioned bungalow.
C
G
D
G
He comes on rugged, but as soon as we strip down to the ballpark,
A
over on his stomach,
kicking white,
G
Washington screams out, fuck
the shit out of me.
I give him a slow,
B
Abm
pimp screwing, and I'm sol id.
G
C#
When his friend comes down from
New
F#
A#
York, the driller says,
G
this is the boy I was telling you about.
B
A
And a looks me over slow,
G
C
chewing his cigar and says,
What are you doing
B
over there with the apes?
G
C#m
Why don't you come over here
F#
with a board where you belong?
G
G
He slips me a long slimy look.
D
Now a friend works
for the track news agency.
G
We don't report the news, we write it.
The next thing I know they have strapped
G
B
a gray flannel suit on me,
G
And I am sent to this school
C
in
G
Washington to learn how this writing
the news before it happens is done.
C
G
I says it is the mime caper with an
Bb
IBM machine.
F#
Bb
F
I don't want to be caught short in a gray
E
C#m
flannel suit when the lid blows off.
G
B
C#m
B
So the district supervisor calls me in and
C
puts the old white smalt down on me.
G
Now kid, what are you doing over
E
there with the niggers and the apes?
C
Why don't you straighten
B
A
out and act like a white man?
A
C
Af ter all, they're only human cattle.
G
C
G
You know that yourself.
D
A
I hate to see a bright young man fuck
G
E
up and get off on the wrong track.
B
G#m
Sure, it happens to all of us
G#
one time or another.
G
C#
Why the man who went on to invent
C
A
Shidola was sitting right where you're sitting
B
now.
Bb
Twenty -five years ago,
F#
A
G
I was saying the same things to him.
D
Well, he straightened out the way
you're going to straighten out.
B
Shidola combined with innate diet.
C
All we have to do is press the button,
C
B
Bb
A
An d a hundred million more or less gooks flushed
G
down the grain in green cancer bits.
That's big, isn't it?
And any man with white blood in
C
him wants to be part of something big.
B
You can't deny your blood,
kid.
You're white, white, white.
F
An d you can't walk
C
out on track.
F#
B
There's just no place to go.
Bb
most distasteful thing I ever stood still for.
So I walk out, and the lid closes.
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