Word Game

From: Harlan L Thompson


TUNING: D D D D A D (low to high)

(riff 4x)
           Gsus                  
Would you knock a man down if you 
                               (riff)
didn't like the cut of his clothes?
           Gsus                
Could you put a man away if you 
                               (riff)
don't want to hear what he knows?
            Gsus                
Well, it's happening right here, 
                              (riff)
people dying of fear by the droves
       D2                       C
And I know most of you either don't 
believe it's ture
            Gsus                   
Or else you don't know what to do, 
               Dm/F                
or maybe I'm singing about you who 
(riff)
knows?

It's incredibly sick, you can feel 
it as across the land it flows
Prejudice is slick, when it's a word
 game it festers and grows
Move along quick, it furthers one to
 have somewhere to go
You can feel it as it's rumblin' let
 emotions keep a-tumblin'
Then, as cities start to crumblin' 
mostly empty bellies grumblin' here 
we go
(riff 4 times)

People see somebody different, fear 
is the first reaction shown
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Then they think they've got him 
licked,
the barbaric hunt begins and they 
move in slow
A human spirit is devoured, the 
remains left to carrion crow
I was told that life is change and 
yet history remains
Does it always stay the same? Do we 
shrug it off and say only God knows
(riff 4 times)

By and by, somebody usually goes
Down to the ghetto, try and help, 
but they don't know why folks treat
them cold
And the rich keep getting richer, 
and the rest of us just keep getting
 old
You see, one must have a mission in 
order to be a good Christian
If you don't you will be missing 
High Mass or the evening show

And the well fed masters reap the 
harvests of the polluted seeds 
they've sown
Smug and self-righteous, they bitch 
about people they owe
And you can't prove them wrong, 
they're so God damn sure they know
         D2                     
I have seen these things with my 
 C
very own eyes
       Gsus                      
And defended my battered soul, it 
          Dm/F
must be too tough to die
 D2                         C     
American propaganda, South African
                 Gsus
 lies will not force me to take up 
arms
            Dm/F
That's my enemy's pride
             D2                
and I won't fight by his rules, 
       C
that's foolishness besides
      Gsus                         
His ignorance is gonna do him in 
   Dm/F
and nobody's gonna cry
              D2              
Because his children, they are 
                 C
growing up and plainly tired of 
putting up
  Gsus                  Dm/F
With bigots and their silver cups
                                    
     D        (riff 4 last time end
w/ A)
They're fed up, they might throw up 
on you, alright

CHORDS:
   D     D2   C    F    C2 Gsus2 
D --0----7----5----3----x----0----
A --0----5----3----3----3----0----
D --0----0----0----0----x----0----
D --0----0----0----0----5----0----
D --0----0----0----0----0----5----
D --0----0----0----0----0----5----
  Dm/F  A
D|0----x-----| 
A|0----0-----| 
D|0----x-----| 
D|0----2-----| 
D|3----0-----| 
D|3----0-----| 


RIFF:
    D2     C  F       D
D --7p5h7--5--3-------0-----| 
A --5------3--3--3----0-----| 
D --------------------------| 
D ---------------5----------| 
D --------------------------| 
D --0--------------0-----0--| 


NOTE: I didn't attempt to provide 
timing or total accuracy on the 
riff.
The important thing is to keep the 
bass note going while the other
strings are being played.
Also, the tuning can also be E E E E
 B E, as if a capo was
placed on the second fret.  Between 
these two tunings, one can play the
other Stills songs 4+20, Suite: Judy
 Blue Eyes, and We Are Not
Helpless.
(sent by Harlan at *)