Black gold   (1992)     (video)

   

    C - G - Em - D       +  D - G - D  - D - G - D (2x)

 

+  G - D - G - D   - C - G - Am - D

 

    D                      G          D       - G                D              G       D

1.    Two boys on a playground,       tryin‘ to push each other down,

D                           G         D

    see the crowd gather round,

                 - G                    D     - G             D

    nothing       attracts a crowd       like a crowd.

G             D           - G            D

    Black gold in a       white plight,

                     C             G              A           D

    won‘t you fill up the tank, let‘s go for a ride,

G              D              G               D

    I don‘t care about no wheelchair,

                  C           G        A                D

    I‘ve got so much left to do with my life.

 

    D                       G                   D      - G             D    - G              D

2.    Moving backwards through time,       never learn,      never mind,

D                                 G              D    - G                D         - G         D

     that side‘s yours, this side‘s mine,      brother, you ain‘t       my kind.

G             D        - G           D                     

    Black soldier,       white fight,

                     C             G             A           D

    won‘t you fill up the tank, let‘s go for a ride.

G          D        - G                    D

    Sure like to       feel some pride,

                   C        G                    A       D

    but this place makes me feel sad inside.

        C                     Em                                      A

    Mother do you know where your kids are tonight ?

 

+  D ~ ~ ~    +  D - G - D   - D - G - D   - D - G - D     - C - G - Am - D

 

    D                        G            D 

3.    Keep the kids off the street,

                    - G                                                    D

    give them       something to do, something to eat.

D                         G          D             - G                                    D

    This spot was a playground, this       flat land used to be a town.

G             D          - G             D  

    Black gold in a       white plight,

                     C             G              A           D

    won‘t you fill up the tank, let‘s go for a ride,

G          D        - G                    D

    Sure like to       feel some pride,

                   C        G                    A       D

    but this place makes me feel sad inside.

G             D          - G             D  

    Black gold in a       white plight,

                     C             G              A           D

    won‘t you fill up the tank, let‘s go for a ride,

G              D                  - G               D

    I don‘t care about no       wheelchair,

                  C           G        A               D

    I‘ve got so much left to do with my life.

 

+  C - Em - A    - D - G - D   - D - G - D

 

    (Soul Asylum)