In my town 创作者：
Ry Cooder

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调：E major

Intro 1

Verse 1
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Up here on the hill,
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it's starting to rain,
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The sun's disappearing through my windowpane,
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And everything's still
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in my room.
Then a trolley goes by with its
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clattering sound,
Like a clock on the wall and the
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rain coming down,
And somebody's chattering way
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down the hall from my room.

Verse 2
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From my room, I see old town.
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Crook town, wop town,
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and spic town.
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Black town, shack town, and hick town,
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from my room.
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Looking down through the rain,
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I think the future's going my way.
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And there's a freeway
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coming soon
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Right through this dirty old room.
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Can't you see a  50- story building
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Where a palm tree used to be?
Well, I like a town that's flat,
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I like a street that's tame.
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You take out the trash; they all
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do the same.
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But get back inside and re main,
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until no tified.
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I want a town that's clean and I
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want a rule that's maintained.

Verse 3
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If you're brown, back down.
If you're black, get back.
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Better white than right.
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Better dead than red.
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Better keep it contained
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in  my town.
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Now, in my town, I'm the big cheese.
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Don't like all those commie
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rats in the palm trees
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Up there in Chavez Ravine.
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They come down here to City Hall,
Creating a big scene,
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crying "foul ball."
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We'll put the head rat on the stand.
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"Are you now or have you ever been?"
Chief runs a make; director
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runs the names.
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I write the rules; I call the game.
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There's the pitch,
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it's good; there goes your old neighborhood.
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Tell the mayor

Verse 4
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duck out the back,
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Tell the monsignor keep the
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deal under his hat.
Chavez Ravine plugged up,
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Bunker Hill ripped down.
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Cement mixers spreading the word around.
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This here is my town.
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Then the trolley stops by on its way down the hill,
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And somebody's passing
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by my window sill.
No shoes on the stairs,
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no knock at the door
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Of my room, of my room.
Why should I go down?