...ROLLER SKATES... by Steel Pulse
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*from 'Earth Crisis' (1984)*


Intro:

Am, Dm, Am, Em

Am  Dm, E7 (x4)

Verse 1:

Am
 Out on the corner,
        Dm
With my roller skates,
Am
 Having fun with the girls,
         Dm             E7
Says I'm feeling great, woah.

Am
 In the dark of the night,
Dm            E7
 Street lamps glowing,
Am                   Dm     E7
 On full blast is my radio, radio.

Interlude:

Am  Dm, E7 (x2)

Verse 2:

Am
 Up comes this guy in his flashy car,
Dm                     E7
 In his mouth, stuck a big cigar.
Am
 Needed my help, said he lost his way,
Dm                E7
 I never heard, a word he said.

   Am
To find some street,
                  Dm
Said he wanted in-structions,
E7    Am
 So I turned down the music,
                Dm        E7
To point out di-rections, guess what?

Bridge 1:

Am
 Guy jumped on me, messed up my clothes,
Dm                      E7
 Smashed and grabbed my radio.
Am
 Calling all detectives;
  Dm                E7
A criminal at large smoking,
  Am
A big fat cigar, in a flashy car,
    Dm                   E7
And think him some super-star.

Chorus 1:

Am
 Life, life without music,
Dm       E7
 I can't go, go no.
Am
 Life without music,
Dm       E7
 I can't go no.

Interlude:

Am                 Dm
 I'm gonna get him,
    E7
The last thing I do,
Am                  Dm
 Must get a beating,
         E7
Till him red and blue.

Verse 3:

Am
 Didn't take long to catch him,
Dm                 E7
 Parked up car and music blasting.
Am
 On the sidewalk he was dancing,
Dm                      E7
 Stealing the show; the people watching.

Am
 Roller skate gang,
Dm              E7
 Was hot on his tracks,
Am
 Stick him up mister,
Dm             E7
 Give me back, give me back,
Am
 Give me back, give me back,
   Dm     E7
My radio.

Bridge 2:

Am
 Guy jumped on me, messed up my clothes,
Dm                      E7
 Smashed and grabbed my radio.
Am
 Calling all detectives;
  Dm                E7
A criminal at large smoking,
  Am
A big fat cigar, in a flashy car,
    Dm                   E7
And think him some super-star.

Chorus 2:

Am
 Life, life without music,
Dm       E7
 I can't go no.
Am
 Life without music,
Dm       E7
 I can't go no.

Break:

Am
 Jumped up on me, messed up my clothes,
Dm                      E7
 Smashed and grabbed my radio.

Am
 Can't get away, crime don't pay,
Dm                       E7
 (Smashed and grabbed my radio).
                      Can't get,
            Am    Bm
Away with...that.

*KEY CHANGE*
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Verse 4:

Bm
 Life without music,
Em
 Bimma!
F#7
 Murder style,
         Bm
(I can't go).
Dem have fe get a beatin',
Em       F#7
 Say dem have fe get a beatin'.
Bm
 Nothing greater, nothing best,
         Em             F#7
Like the music, from my wireless.
    Bm
The only thing that I detest,
       Em               F#7
Is the man who steal my wireless.

          Bm
Him ha fe run like a fugitive,
          Em                 F#7
Him ha fe run from detective.
          Bm
Him ha fe run like a fugitive,
          Em                 F#7
Him ha fe run from detective.

Bm
 Samuel Thomas is the thief name,
               F#7
He must lead a life of shame.
Bm
 Some a dem call him Uncle Sam,
Em                         F#7
 Some a dem call him Uncle Tom.
Bm
 Uncle Sam and Uncle Tom,
Em                F#7
 Yes they are the same man,
Bm
 S.A.M. means "Stealaway music",
Em             F#7
 T.O.M. means "Thiefer of music".

Coda:

    Bm
The drum and the bass,
Have fe move me waist,
Em
 Lyrics and song,
       F#7
Are fe keep me strong.
Bm
 Ridim' and skank,
Me have JAH fe thank,
Em
 Samuel Thomas him,
F#7
 Have fe get vank.
    Bm
Him have fe get a beatin',
    Em                    F#7
Him have fe get a beatin'.

(Fade)


CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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   Am      Dm      Em      E7      Bm      F#7

 EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE
 xxx555  xx7765  xx9987  xxx454  xxx777  xxx656


Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007
(clumsyband@hotmail.com