Firstly this song is played down a step ie tuned down.

With standard tuning = EADGBE,



Then CITC tuning = DGCFAD (to be in tune with the CD)

So the chords played are Bm & G, not Am & F but tuned down, if you get my drift..



Play Bm with the index finger over the E & B strings, 2nd fret and the thumb over the 

E string, 2nd fret.



This is played, picking the notes while playing the chords.

If you play this in standard tuning it will be a step too high. But tuned down, it will 

in tune with the Freedom version.





E ---2--2--0--2--2--0--3----2-----------------------3---|

B ---3-----------------0----3--3--2--3--2--0--2--0--0---|

G ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|

D ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|

A ---2-----------------2----2-----------------------2---|

E ---2-----------------3----2-----------------------3---|

    Bm                 G   Bm                       G





E ---2--2--0--2--0--2--3----2-----------------------3---|

B ---3-----------------0----3--3--2--3--2--0--2--0--0---|

G ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|

D ---4-----------------0----4-----------------------0---|

A ---2-----------------2----2-----------------------2---|

E ---2-----------------3----2-----------------------3---|

    Bm                 G   Bm





     Chords:



       Bm        A*

     DGCFAD    DGCFAD

     224432    222222(Bar)

      ^^^^      ^^^^

     ^ = emphasis on these strings while struming





     Intro:



     A

     Bm A* Bm   4x

     Bm A* G    2x



[ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/n/neil-young/45457.html ]

                Bm                     Bm  A*   G

     Well, the cop made the showdown

             Bm                  Bm  A*  G

     He was sure he was right

            Bm                  Bm  A*  G

     He had all of the lowdown

               Bm                     Bm  A* G   

  Em

     From the bank heist last night

                                     A  Em

     His best friend was the robber

                                A   Em

     And his wife was a thief

                                     A   Em

     All the children were killers

                                   A   G

     They couldn't get no relief

                                   A   G

     The bungalow was surrounded

                                   A   G

     When a voice loud and clear

                                           A   G

     Said, Come on out with your hands up



     Or we'll blow you out of here.

                                      Bm  A*

     There was a face in the window

               G      Bm   A*

     The TV cameras rolled

                G              Bm    A*

     Then they cut to the announcer

                G              Bm  A*    G      A

     And the story was told.





     Bm  A*   Bm





     The artist looked at the producer

     The producer sat back

     He said what we have got here

     Is a perfect track

     But we don't have a vocal

     And we don't have a song

     If we could get these things accomplished

     Nothin' else could go wrong.

     So he balanced the ashtray

     As he picked up the phone

     And said send me a songwriter

     Who's drifted far from home

     And make sure that he's hungry

     Make sure he's alone

     Send me a cheeseburger

     And a new Rolling Stone.

     Yeah.



     There's still crime in the city,

     Said the cop on the beat,

     I don't know if I can stop it

     I feel like meat on the street

     They paint my car like a target

     I take my orders from fools

     Meanwhile some kid blows my head off

     Well, I play by their rules

     That's why I'm doin' it my way

     I took the law in my hands

     So here I am in the alleyway

     A wad of cash in my pants

     I get paid by a ten year old

     He says he looks up to me

     There's still crime in the city

     But it's good to be free.

     Yeah.



     D    A    G    A



     Now I come from a family

     That has a broken home

     Sometimes I talk to Daddy

     On the telephone

     When he says that he loves me

     I know that he does

     But I wish I could see him

     I wish I knew where he was

     But that's the way all my friends are

     Except maybe one or two

     Wish I could see him this weekend

     Wish I could walk in his shoes

     But now I'm doin' my own thing

     Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad

     Although my home has been broken

     It's the best home I ever had

     Yeah.



      D    A    G    A



     Well, I keep gettin' younger

     My life's been funny that way

     Before I ever learned to talk

     I forgot what to say

     I sassed back to my mom

     I sassed back to my teacher

     I got thrown out of Bible school

     For sassin' back at the preacher

     Then I grew up to be a fireman

     Put out every fire in town

     Put out anything smokin'

     But when I put the hose down

     The judge sent me to prison

     He gave me life without parole

     Wish I never put the hose down

     Wish I never got old.