1. I was born and G raised in the ghetto, talk with me and you’ll know
C I wasn’t satisfied, with living on the G side
I started looking around for a possibili-C ty
Listen to my G story, D of what became of G me D
2. I met a business-G man who said he had some friends back east
C so why don’t you come along, well, we can help you at G least
We’ll make you into a big star by playing your C guitar
but the joke was on G me, D they left me flat to G see
Chorus: Going back D west, yes, I C know, I’ll make out al-G right
Going back D west where my C music’s playing all G night
Going back C west (going back D west) I think I’ll do al-G right
3. ‘Bout a year has G come and gone and left me standing here
C thinking how it could have been for still I ain’t now-G here.
They surely took me for a ride, trampled on my C pride
but I hold my head up G high, got no D more tears to G cry
