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Guns N' Roses - Move To The City
(Izzy Stradlin/D.J./Chris Weber) 

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  E
   You pack your bags and move to the city

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   There's something missin' here at home

  E
   You fix your hair and look real pretty
   It's time to get out on your own


  D
   You're always fighting with your mama and your papa

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   Your family life is one big pain

  E  
   When ya, ya gonna move to the city

                         G   A   A# 
   To the city where it all began


     B  D  E                     Bb A G
   You gotta move, you gotta move

  E
   Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child

                 D C# B G E (E D C# B D D# E)2x
   You gotta move


   E
   You stole your mama's car

                                       A/Bb A G E
   And your daddy's plastic credit card

   E
   You're sixteen and you can't get a job
   You're not going very far

  D
   You're always fighting with the teachers and the police

                              F# G  G# D E  
   Your social life is much too insane

   E
   When ya gonna move to the city

                         G   A  A#
   To the city where it all began


    B   D  E                     Bb A G E
   You gotta move, you gotta move

  E
   Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child 

                 D C# B G E
   You gotta move


                    D                    D# E
   To the city with the real nitty gritty

             D               D# E
   Aw, child, ain't it a pity

                  D            D# Em
   Sometimes it gets too shitty

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   Come on and hit me


   E
   You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty

                                        D
   At least you getta do what you please

  E
   You do, what you gotta do for the money
   At times you end up on your kness


   D
   I'm always buying with the local desert junkies

                      F#  G    G# D
   This city life is one big pain

   E
   But you, you had to move to the city

                         G  A   A#
   To the city where it all began


    B   D  E                     Bb A G
   You gotta move, you gotta move

  E
   Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child

                 D C# B G E
   You gotta move


                     D                   D# Em
   To the city with the real nitty gritty

            D                D# E
   Aw, child, ain't it a pity

                 D             D# Em
   Sometimes it gets too shitty

                D     D# E
   Come on and hit me
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