Roots Radicals

												
CHORDS: (I put down three variations, on SNL, RAncid used mostly the open
 chords, but the powerchords are easier and sound just as good, if not
 better. The other set of powerchords is an octave up  and maybe
 you'd rather play it with them) Standard Tuning (E,A,D,G,B,E - from bottom)
 [  --0--              -----         ------
 --1--              -----         --12--
 C [--0--]        or    [--5--]    or   [--12--]
 --2--              --5--         --10--
 --3--              --3--         ---X--
 --0--              --X--         ---X--
  --1--  --0--       -----         ------
 --1--  --0--       -----         ------
 F [--2--]or[--0--] or    [-----]    or   [--10--]
 --3--  --2--       --3--         --10--
 --1--  --3--       --3--         ---8--
 --1--  --1--       --1--         ---X--
  --3--              -----         ------
 --0--              -----         ------
 G [--0--]        or    [-----]    or   [--12--]
 --0--              --5--         --12--
 --2--              --5--         --10--
 --3--              --3--         ---X--
  --2--              -----         ------
 --3--              -----         --14--
 D [--2--]        or    [--7--]    or   [--14--]
 -----              --7--         --12--
 -----              --5--         ------
 -----              --X--         ------]
  C                 F
 VERSE:		Took the 60 bus, out of downtown Campbell
 G             F            C
 Ben Zanotto he was on there he was waiting for me
 C            F
 All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
 G          F         C
 were out on the corners where they're sparing for change
 C             F
 I started thinkin, ya know I started drinkin
 G          F             C
 I don't really remember too much of that day
 C                      F
 Something struck me funny when we ran out of money
 G             F          C
 Where do you go now when you're only 15?
  G                        F
 CHORUS:		With the music execution and the talk of revolution
 D                D
 It bleeds in me, and it goes...
 C               F        G
 Give em the boot, the roots, the radicals
 C            F          G
 Give em the boot, ya know I'm a radical
 C               F         G        C
 Give em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my
 C             G G G G G G G
 stereo....
  (Same chords)
 VERSE 2:	The radio was playing, Desmond Dekker was singing
 on the 43rd bus as we climbed up the hill
 nothing incoming but the reggae drumming
 and we all come from unloving homes
 I said "why even bother" and I picked up the bottle
 hey Mr. bus driver please let these people on
 rude girl carol was a miniskirt girl
 my blurry vision saw nothing wrong
  CHORUS
  F
 BRIDGE:		Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.....
 (Solo1)[--10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10--9--9--9--9--9--9--9--9--]
 [---8--8--8--8--8--8--8--8--8-10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10--
 ---9--9--9--9--9--9--9--9--9--8--8--8--8--8--8--8--8--
 ------------------------------------------------------
 ------------------------------------------------------
 ------------------------------------------------------]
 F
 yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.....
 1/2
 (Solo2)[---------------------------------^--------------------]
 [-----------------------------------------------------
 --11---8---10---11---8---10---11/---10---8------------
 ---------------------------------------------10-------
 ------------------------------------------------------
 ------------------------------------------------------]
 yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.....
 (do Solo1)
 F                      D
 yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaaaaah!
  VERSE 3:	Took the 60 bus out of downtown Campbell,
 Ben Zanotto he was on there he was waiting for me
 All the punk rockers, and the moon stompers
 were out on the corner where they're sparing for change
 I said the radio was playin, Desmond Dekker was singing
 on the 43rd bus as we climbed up the hill
 rude girl carol was a miniskirt girl,
 my blurry vision saw nothing wrong
  CHORUS
  OUTRO - This should be easy enough to figure out, all the same chords are used
 Well, that's what I got. The solo isn't quite right, so if ya got something
 better, send it over. Thanks, enjoy.
  -
  I don't have time (or know) the lyrics of
 this song for posting, but the guitar part won't
 be hard to figure out if you play it with the CD.
  Verses:
 (1'st verse is sharp and each chord is heard.
 The rest are played all down-stroke, punk style.)
 C C     F F   G  F  C C
 Took the 6'th street bus... (?) 
 (The rest of the verses are also all C  F G  F C)
  Lead in to Chorus:
 G------  F------  D--------
 (No idea of the lyrics)
  C                 F             G
 Chorus:		Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals...
 C		     F	        G
 Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
 C                 F             G
 Give 'em the boot, (?)
 C	   G-G-G-G
 ...My stereo.
  Bridge:
 During the "yeah, yeah" part, it is an F barre
 chord (2'nd family) played at the 8'th fret.
 The little riff can be improvised out of a blues
 scale also at the 8'th fret.
 At the end of the bridge (the word "yeah" is screamed),
 the chord switches to a G chord (2'nd family)
 played at the 10'th fret.
  Outro is the same as the chorus.
  -
  When I first tabbed this, I did it from an early version of it that was
 released as an addition to Let's Go. The version that is on "Wolves" is
 almost the same, except that all the chords are 1/2 step higher. Here
 are the lyrics:
  Took the 60 bus out of downtown Campbell,
 Ben Zanotto he was on there
 He was waiting for me.
 All the punk rockers and the moon stompers,
 Are out on the corner where they're sparing for change.
 I started thinkin'
 You know I started drinkin'
 I don't remember too much of that day.
 Something struck me funny when we ran out of money,
 Where do you go now when your only 15?
 With the music exectution and the talk of revolution
 It bleeds in me...And it goes-
 Give em the boot,
 The roots, the radicals.
 Give em the boot,
 You know I'm a radical.
 Give em the boot,
 The roots the reggae on my stereo.
 The radio was playin'
 Desmon Dekker was singin'
 On the 43'd bus as we climb up the hill.
 Nothing incomin' but the reggae drummin'
 And we all come from unloving homes.
 Why even bother,
 I pick up the bottle.
 Hey Mr. Bus driver let these people on.
 Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl,
 My blurry vision saw nothing wrong.