Criminology Acordes

	  
Intro: G 

verse 1 
              
I had a gun pointed at my head on several occasions 
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Yeah, Nadine I was scared 

Something about a black man with a machine gun  
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Make you wish you said your prayers 
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It was Nigeria 
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The year was Nineteen Sixty-Nine 
      D 
I was teaching criminology 
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Played a little guitar on the side 


verse 2 

In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert 
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Indian Jack puts a gun to my head 

He said, "How do you like it now gentlemen?  
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How’s your blue eyed boy, Mr Dead?" 
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It was Canada this time 
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The year was Nineteen Seventy-One 
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I was performing at the Club Zanzibar 
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In the neon world of knives and guns 


      Em 
Oh, excuse me if I’m boring you, dear listener 
                G 
Accept my humble apology 
               Am 
You may think I’m just a folk singer, no 
      D                         G 
I’m a master in the art of criminology 


verse 3 

When Picasso died, the Indians cried  
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In a Prince George motel room 

We were drunker than a thousand white men  
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Playing lumber camp saloon 
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It was Canada again 
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The year was Nineteen Seventy-Three 
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There were grizzly bears walking down main street 
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What an amazing sight to see 


verse 4 

Well, the devil rides a cubist horse 
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The devil he’s got angles 

But god is an expressionist 
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He got the devil strangled  
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Down in purgatorian limbo in hell 
                                        G 
Ahh, them southern rip joints just like that 
      D 
God’s waiting room is full of painters and poets 
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And old black jazz saints in pork pie hats 


        Em 
Well, excuse me if I’m boring you, dear listener 
                  G 
Accept my humble apology 
               Am 
You may think I’m some jive folk singer, no 
      D                         G 
I’m a master in the art of criminology 


Instrumental 
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Verse 5 

So, I got off a plane in Nigeria 
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It was Nineteen Sixty-Nine 

Arrested by Ton Ton Macoute 
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Taking photos was a war zone crime 
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They were gonna hack me up with machetes 
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A US ambassador, come home, paid my bribe 
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So, I played guitar with Victor Uwaifo 
                                   G    
Taught a little criminology on the side 


                Em 
Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it 
                              G 
No regrets, no surrender, no apology 
         Am  
I know a little bit about a lot of things  
      D                         G 
I’m a master in the art of criminology 

                Em 
Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it 
                              G 
No regrets, no surrender, no apology 
         Am  
I know a little bit about a lot of things  
      D                         G 
I’m a master in the art of criminology 


Outro

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Criminology 
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Criminology 
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Criminology