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Word Game - Stephen Stills

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Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste: Sem capotraste
[Tuning] C# C# C# C# G# C#
 
[Chords]
C#5 0 0 0 0 5 7
F#5 0 0 0 0 5 5
C#m7 0 0 0 0 3 3 (no5)
Bsus2 0 0 5 0 3 x
C#5* 0 0 7 0 5 x
F#sus2 5 0 0 5 0 0
F#sus4 0 0 0 0 3 5
C#m 3 0 0 3 0 0
 
licks 4th verse marked with :
C#|-0------------------| C#|-3-3------------|
G#|--b7p5-b3p0-0-------| G#|--5-5-3-----3-5-|
*** C#|------7----5-b3p0-0-| **** C#|-------5-3-4----|
C#|------------------0-| C#|----------------|
C#|------------------0-| C#|----------------|
C#|--------------------| C#|----------------|
 
[Intro]
C#5 F#5 C#5 F#5 C#m7 Bsus2 C#5*
C#|--7---5---7---5---3--------------------|
G#|--5---5---5---5---3----5----7---7---7--|
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----0----0---0---0--| x4 (riff marked in the verses as **)
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----7----9---9---9--|
C#|--0---------------0---------0----------|
C#|--0---------------0--------------------|
 
[Verse 1]
F#sus2 **
Would you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes?
F#sus2 **
Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows?
F#sus2 **
Well, it's happening right here, people dying of fear by the droves
C#5 F#sus4
And I know most of you either don't believe it's true
F#sus2 C#m **
Or else you don't know what to do or maybe I'm singing about you who knows?
 
[Verse 2]
F#sus2 **
It's incredibly sick, you can feel it as across the land it flows
F#sus2 **
Prejudice is slick, when it's a word game it festers and grows
F#sus2 **
Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go
C#5 F#sus4
You can feel it as it's rumblin', let emotions keep a-tumblin'
F#sus2 C#m
Then as cities start to crumblin', mostly empty bellies grumblin' here we go
 
[Bridge]
C#5 F#5 C#5 F#5 C#m7 Bsus2 C#5*
C#|--7---5---7---5---3--------------------|
G#|--5---5---5---5---3----5----7---7---7--|
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----0----0---0---0--| x4
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----7----9---9---9--|
C#|--0---------------0---------0----------|
C#|--0---------------0--------------------|
 
[Verse 3]
F#sus2 **
People see somebody different, fear is the first reaction shown
F#sus2 **
Then they think they've got him licked, the barbaric hunt begins And they move in slow
F#sus2 **
A human spirit is devoured, the remains left to carrion crow
C#5 F#sus4
I was told that life is change and yet history remains
F#sus2 C#m
Does it always stay the same? do we shrug it off and say, "Only God knows"?
 
[Bridge]
C#5 F#5 C#5 F#5 C#m7 Bsus2 C#5*
C#|--7---5---7---5---3--------------------|
G#|--5---5---5---5---3----5----7---7---7--|
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----0----0---0---0--| x4
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----7----9---9---9--|
C#|--0---------------0---------0----------|
C#|--0---------------0--------------------|
 
[Verse 4]
F#sus2 ***
By and by, somebody usually goes
F#sus2 ****
Down to the ghetto, try and help but they don't know why folks treat them cold
F#sus2 **
And the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us just keep getting old
C#5 F#sus4
You see, one must have a mission in order to be a good Christian
F#sus2 C#m **
If you don't, you will be missing High Mass or the evening show
 
[Verse 5]
F#sus2 **
And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds they've sown
F#sus2 **
Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they own
F#sus2 **
And you can't prove them wrong they're so God damn sure they know
C#5 F#sus4
I have seen these things with my very own eyes
F#sus2 C#m
And defended my battered soul, it must be too tough to die
C#5 F#sus4
American propaganda, South African lies
F#sus2 C#m
Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride
C#5 F#sus4
And I won't fight by his rules, that's foolishness besides
F#sus2 C#m
His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobody's gonna cry
C#5 F#sus4
Because his children they are growing up and plainly tired of putting up
F#sus2 C#m **
with bigots and their silver cups they're fed up, they might throw up on you, alright
 
[Outro]
C#5 F#5 C#5 F#5 C#m7 Bsus2 C#5*
C#|--7---5---7---5---3--------------------|
G#|--5---5---5---5---3----5----7---7---7--|
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----0----0---0---0--| x4
C#|--0---0---0---0---0----7----9---9---9--|
C#|--0---------------0---------0----------|
C#|--0---------------0--------------------|
 
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| p Pull-off
| b Bend
 
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