Meanwhile Back in the City The Presidents of the United States of America
Riff 1
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Verse 1 Riff 1
I was standing quiet alone in a crowded disco
When a man I did not know showed me the door
And told me I had to go
Well that kind of humiliation never happens on farm
That's why city living does the [F#]pysche such harm
And I said
no guitar from 0:24 till 0:41 then:
[F#]Fire escapes don'[E]t work[A] until theres a[B] fire
You gotta [F#]sleep on the floor
[E]Live in the mud
There's n[A]o need to go h[B]igher
[F#]Once you taste a brick[E] you [A]won't want [B]more
Saving [F#]sanity is no t[E]rick when your l[A]ivin' outdoo[B]rs
and so on....
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