Panic in detroit

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Song: Panic in Detroit Artist: David Bowie Intro: Bm G A \ \ \ \ (just to give an idea of the accents) Riff 1 - played under the D below Final chord going into the E rhythm E ------------------7----- B ------------------5----- G -7-5-4------------5----- D -------7-5-4---4--5----- A -------------7----7----- E Chords maintain same rhythm as before D (5th pos.) w/riff 1 E (7th pos.) chord only He looked a lot like Che Guevara. Drove a diesel van. D (5th pos.) w/riff 1 E (7th pos.) chord only Kept his gun in quiet seclusion. Such a humble man. G A G A The only survivor of the National People's Gang. D E D C D E D C D Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph E D C D D E D C E He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone. D w/riff 1 E Panic in Detroit. Verse 2 (same as before) He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom. The police had warned of repercussions. They followed none too soon. A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive. Chorus Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone. Panic in Detroit. D C Putting on some clothes I made my way to school B C G And I found my teacher crouching in his overalls. D C I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine B C D And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights. Riff 2 (/ = slide) E ------------------------ B ------------------------ G -5/7/5--7/9/7--8/9/8---- D ------------------------ A ------------------------ E ------------------------ Back to intro rhythm Bm G A Verse 3 Having scored a million dollars, made a run back home. Found him slumped across a table. A gun and me alone. I ran to the window. Looked for a plane or two. Panic in Detroit. He'd left me an autograph. "Let me collect dust." I wish someone would phone. Panic in Detroit. Go out on intro rhythm, I prefer massive whammy and feedback abuse MTaylor@data.basix.com

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