Key of E E5 Helicopters over the house again E5 We got the projects two or three blocks from here E5 They pull the kids over for driving while African E5 And the ones with the warrants always run in fear E5 So, I sit here, waiting for the coast to clear E5 Wishing once again I had a gun around here E5 Turn on the news and what do I hear E5 Some kid shot the bank up on Gallatin road E5 Ran away from the cops while he was trying to reload E5 He beat them up to Eastland street on feet E5 Now, he's probably reloaded and running down my street E5 Better turn the alarm on and lock myself in E5 Helicopters over the house again A5 E5 Sometimes, you rise above it A5 B5 Sometimes, you sneak below A5 E5 A5 Somewhere in between believing in Heaven E5 B5 And facing the Devil you know Poor kid probably never had a chance to give a fuck Wouldn't know good luck from a debutant He's gotta find a way to be Steve McNair or young buck Or it's tough luck looking for a prison to haunt And you can fuck getting any kind of job you want Unless you really want to work in a fast food restaurant And who wants to do that? Do you want to do that? I wouldn't trade that for my crooked hat Or my gang or my gun or my waist full of pagers For a job deep frying shit, for richer teen agers If that's where it's at and no one's gonna help How you gonna blame a man for helping himself? There's a war going on that the poor can't win Helicopters over the house again Sometimes, you rise above it Sometimes, you sneak below Somewhere in between believing in Heaven And facing the Devil you know Black and white cops shining lights in the bushes Can't see how this kid is gonna get very far Unless he finds a way to make it back over to Barry street And he can't do that unless he steals a car Man, the way things are, they just don't seem right All the white people talking 'bout the hope and the light There ain't no hope in Sam Levy just guns and drugs We ain't building bridges, we're just training thugs Then I hear a terrifying kick at my back door And in comes this kid, I say, Hey I've seen this kid before? I see him all the time at that bar on woodland street Now, he's bleeding in my kitchen, tracking mud off his feet And he's looking at me like I'll either help him or die Until he sees in my eyes that I'm on his side I hand him my keys, I say, you better move fast There's a J in the ashtray and plenty of gas He throws me the cash and says I'll be back for this I say, yeah, well, don't be surprised if there's a little bit of it missing His gold teeth glistened with a big old grin He said we'll talk about that when I see you again He shook my hand, I shook his back I felt like I was about to have a heart attack Until he finally drove away, I thought ?Goddamn" Helicopters over the house again Sometimes, you rise above it Sometimes, you sneak below Somewhere in between believing in Heaven And facing the devil you know Facing the devil you know ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And that?s about it, as far as basic chord changes. Just keep up a driving, strumming sound, throw in some good ?blue?notes, hit the stops and changes dead on, and have fun. For the different riffs and licks, I use a kind of E Hybrid Country/Blues scale, just a mixture of Major and Minor Pentatonics. This is one way I play the intro lick: [code] e | --0----0--3~~-0-----0------- | B | ----3^-----------0-2-------- | G | ---------------------------- | D | ---------------------------- | A | ---------------------------- | E | ---------------------------- | [/code] OR [code] e | --0----0--3~~-0-------0----- | B | --0-3^----2~~-0--0-2-(0)---- | G | ---------------------------- | D | ---------------------------- | A | ---------------------------- | E | ---------------------------- | [/code]
