ROOTS ROCK WEIRDOES (Fulks) -- in Em
VS1
Em (022000@1) B7The (x21202@1)town was hardly stirring, the night clubs all were closed
Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) C9 (x3233x@1) B9 (x2122x@1) Em (022000@1) C9-B9
Only a washed-up cover band hittin' the stage at Joe's
Em (022000@1) AmThe (x02210@1)guitar hit the first bar of "Secret Agent Man"
Am7 (x02010@1) G (320003@1) B7 (x21202@1) EmA (022000@1)door in the back flew open, and into the room they ran!
CH
A7 (x02020@1) EmRoots (022000@1)rock weirdoes, up from the underground
D (xx0232@1) B (x2444x@1) G (320003@1) A (x02220@1) EmStarved (022000@1)for a Tele or a B3 -- any out-of-fashion sound
A7 (x02020@1) G (320003@1) A7 (x02020@1) EmRoots (022000@1)rock weirdoes, out of their holes they come
D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1)EmDressed (022000@1)up like it's 1951.
VS2
Em (022000@1) B7Well, (x21202@1)they looked the band gear over and they noted with delight
Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) C9 (x3233x@1) B9 (x2122x@1) Em (022000@1) C9-B9
The guitar amp was a Bassman, and the bass man played upright
Em (022000@1) AmThen (x02210@1)they looked 'round at each other, and they cried, "We Are The Best!
Am7 (x02010@1) G (320003@1) B7 (x21202@1) EmFor (022000@1)we like unpopular music, and just look at the way we're dressed!"
CH2
A7 (x02020@1) EmRoots (022000@1)rock weirdoes, slapping each others' backs
D (xx0232@1) B (x2444x@1) G (320003@1) A (x02220@1) EmUsing (022000@1)the hepcat language they thought made them sound black
A7 (x02020@1) G (320003@1) A7 (x02020@1) EmRoots (022000@1)rock weirdoes, smoking their Camels straight
D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1) EmMakin' (022000@1)sure there was nothing up to date.
VS3
Em (022000@1) B7Now (x21202@1)Joe, he was slow to anger, but that barkeep found it hard
Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) C9 (x3233x@1) B9 (x2122x@1) Em (022000@1) C9-B9
Just to watch the air grow toxic with smoke and self-regard
Em (022000@1) AmSo (x02210@1)he jumped up on a barstool and he shouted out loud and clear:
Am7 (x02010@1) G (320003@1) B7 (x21202@1) Em"I (022000@1)don't know just what you weirdoes want, but I don't want you in here!"
VS4
Em (022000@1) B7The (x21202@1)room grew deathly silent, then up from the stinking ranks
Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) C9 (x3233x@1) B9 (x2122x@1) Em (022000@1) B9Rose (x2122x@1)a homely social worker in a bowling shirt marked "Hank"
Em (022000@1) AmAnd (x02210@1)dropping the fake black diction, he said, "Since you enquired,
Am7 (x02010@1) G (320003@1) C9 (x3233x@1) B7 (x21202@1) Em (022000@1) B7 (x21202@1)EmLet (022000@1)me take stock of what we roots rock -- ahem! -- 'weirdoes' desire...."
VS5
Em (022000@1) AmFishnets (x02210@1)for every woman, and lipstick as red as flame
G (320003@1) B (x2444x@1) Em (022000@1) BFor (x2444x@1)every man a tatoo, a Chevy, and a dumb nickname
Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1)
Cigarettes in every shirtsleeve, black leather on every back,
G (320003@1) B (x2444x@1) Em (022000@1) BFanzines (x2444x@1)in every bookstore, LPs in each record rack.
VS6
Em (022000@1) AmThree (x02210@1)chords in every pop song! Four white guys in each band!
G (320003@1) B (x2444x@1) Em (022000@1)
A ruthless media empire to saturate this land
B (x2444x@1) Em (022000@1) AmThen, (x02210@1)with our alt.country comrades, and our brothers in neo-swing,
G (320003@1) B (x2444x@1) EmWe'll (022000@1)reclaim music from the kids for our fat dead cracker king!"
CH3
A7 (x02020@1) EmRoots (022000@1)rock weirdoes, Christ! They're everywhere!
D (xx0232@1) B (x2444x@1) G (320003@1) A (x02220@1) EmA (022000@1)little Doc Pomus in their hearts and dark pomade in their hair
A7 (x02020@1) G (320003@1) A7 (x02020@1) EmRoots (022000@1)rock weirdoes, out of their holes they come
D (xx0232@1) A (x02220@1)EmDressed (022000@1)up like it's 1951.
