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E You pack your bags and move to the city
There's something missin' here at homeA/Bb A G E
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
Your family life is oFne bigG paiGn D E
E When ya, ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it aGll bAeganA
YoBu gDottEa move, you gotta moveBb A G
E Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child
You gotta moveD C B G E E D C B D D E
EYou stole your mama's car
And your daddy's plastic credit cardA/Bb A G E
EYou'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
Your social life is much toFo iGnsaGne D E
EWhen ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it aGll bAegaAn
YBou gDottEa move, you gotta moveBb A G E
E Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child
You gotta moveD C B G E
To the city with Dthe real nitty grittyD E
Aw, child,D ain't it a pityD E
Sometimes it geDts too shittyD Em
Come on and hDit me F#m7 G F#m7 G F#m7 G F#m7 E
EYou're on the streets and it ain't so pretty
At least you getta do what you pleaseD
E You do, what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your kness
DI'm always buying with the local desert junkies
This city life is oFne bGig paGin D
EBut you, you had to move to the city
To the city where it aGll AbegaAn
YBou gDottEa move, you gotta moveBb A G
E Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child
You gotta moveD C B G E
To the city with tDhe real nitty grittyD Em
Aw, childD, ain't it a pityD E
Sometimes it gDets too shittyD Em
Come on and hDit me.D E
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