I had a gun pointed at my head on several occasions, Yeah Nadine I was scared.
[G]Something about a black man with a machine gun make you wish you said your prayers,
It was Nige[C]ria, the year was 1969[G]
I was teac[D]hing criminology,
playing a little guitar[G] on the side.
In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert, Injun Jack puts a gun to my head
He said how do you like it now gentlemen? Hows your blue eyed boy Mr Dead?
It was Canada this time, the year was 1971
I was performing at the club Zanzibar
In the neon world of knives and guns
Oh exc[Em]use me if Im boring you dear listener, accept my humble apology.[G]
You may think I[Am]m just a folk singer, no, Im a master in the art of criminology.[G]
When Picasso died, the Indians cried in a Prince George motel room.
We were drunker than a thousand white men playing lumber camp saloon.
It was Canada again, the year was 1973
There were grizzly bears walking down main street
What an amazing sight to see.
well the devil rides a cubist horse, the devil hes got angles
but God is an expressionist, he got the devil strangled down in purgatorian limbo in hell
Ahh them southern rip joints just like that
Gods waiting room is full of painters and poets
and old black jazz saints in pork pie hats
Oh excuse me if Im boring you dear listener, accept my humble apology.
You may think Im some jive folk singer, no, Im a master in the art of criminology.
Break
So I got off a plane in Nigeria, it was 1969. Arrested by Ton Ton Macoute.
Taking photos was a war zone crime, they were going to hack me up with machetes
a US ambassador come home paid my bribe
So I played guitar with Victor Uwaifo
and taught a little criminology on the side
Yeah that[Em]s my story and Im sticking to it, No regrets, no surrender, no apology[G]
I know a littl[Am]e bit about a lot of things Im a master in the art of criminology[G]
Yeah thats my story and Im sticking to it, No regrets, no surrender, no apology
I know a little bit about a lot of things Im a master in the art of criminology
No reg[Em]rets, no surrender, no apology[G]
I know a littl[Am]e bit about a lot of things
Im a master in the art of criminology[G]
criminology
criminology
criminology
(Thanks to andy K for tabs)
[G]Something about a black man with a machine gun make you wish you said your prayers,
It was Nige[C]ria, the year was 1969[G]
I was teac[D]hing criminology,
playing a little guitar[G] on the side.
In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert, Injun Jack puts a gun to my head
He said how do you like it now gentlemen? Hows your blue eyed boy Mr Dead?
It was Canada this time, the year was 1971
I was performing at the club Zanzibar
In the neon world of knives and guns
Oh exc[Em]use me if Im boring you dear listener, accept my humble apology.[G]
You may think I[Am]m just a folk singer, no, Im a master in the art of criminology.[G]
When Picasso died, the Indians cried in a Prince George motel room.
We were drunker than a thousand white men playing lumber camp saloon.
It was Canada again, the year was 1973
There were grizzly bears walking down main street
What an amazing sight to see.
well the devil rides a cubist horse, the devil hes got angles
but God is an expressionist, he got the devil strangled down in purgatorian limbo in hell
Ahh them southern rip joints just like that
Gods waiting room is full of painters and poets
and old black jazz saints in pork pie hats
Oh excuse me if Im boring you dear listener, accept my humble apology.
You may think Im some jive folk singer, no, Im a master in the art of criminology.
Break
So I got off a plane in Nigeria, it was 1969. Arrested by Ton Ton Macoute.
Taking photos was a war zone crime, they were going to hack me up with machetes
a US ambassador come home paid my bribe
So I played guitar with Victor Uwaifo
and taught a little criminology on the side
Yeah that[Em]s my story and Im sticking to it, No regrets, no surrender, no apology[G]
I know a littl[Am]e bit about a lot of things Im a master in the art of criminology[G]
Yeah thats my story and Im sticking to it, No regrets, no surrender, no apology
I know a little bit about a lot of things Im a master in the art of criminology
No reg[Em]rets, no surrender, no apology[G]
I know a littl[Am]e bit about a lot of things
Im a master in the art of criminology[G]
criminology
criminology
criminology
(Thanks to andy K for tabs)
