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{t:Ghetto of My Mind}
{st:Words by Rickie Lee Jones}
{st:Music by Rickie Lee Jones and Pascal Nabet-Meyer}
{st:This arrangement (c) 1998 W M Dave}

[A]                                [F#m]                                [D]                                [E6]

[A]Saving all my [Bm]money [D]all week [A]long                                [D]                                [E6]
[A]So I can go out driv[D]ing with you [E]down [A]on Hollywood Boulevard
[D]On Friday night, [E]dressed right
[A]I don't take no [Bm]trouble [D]smoke at the [A]wall                                [D]                                [E6]
[A]But I still have that leopard-[D]skin hat
That you [E]gave me way back
[A]Before it was cool
And they [D]took it to [E6]school

[A]Here in the ghetto (ghetto, [F#m7]ghetto)                                [D]                                [E]
[A]The ghetto [F#m7]of my mind            [D]                                [E]
Y aqui,[A] in the ghetto (ghetto, [F#m7]ghetto)                                [D]                                [E]
[A]The ghetto of [F#m7]my mind                                [D]

He[E]y, we wild [A]it up, [F#m7]    we wild [D]it up                                [E]

I like to dance with my rooner
'Cause when we dance I feel like we are who we were meant to be
He puts his arms around me, I put my arms around him
And I feel satisfied and free
One night I ties my bandanna around his wrists
And we started to sway and it felt so good
And he said, "Looky here mamma, looky here, I think I better just see you safely out of this neighborhood,"
That is to say

The ghetto
The ghetto of my mind
Y aqui, the ghetto
The ghetto of my mind

Hey, we wild it up, wild it up

Outside my window the noise is all I've got
There are no stars in the sky
Just the sirens and the queens breaking glass down in the parking lot
That's the world where I live
Sometimes I wonder, oh how can I go on?
But I know that the world you make inside your head
That's the one you see around you, that's what I said
And the one you see
Is the one you make

Inside of the ghetto
The ghetto of your mind
Y aqui, the ghetto
The ghetto of my mind

Hey, we wild it up, wild it up