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From: wbknox@unity.ncsu.edu
Sent: Thursday, January 15, 1998 8:28 AM
To: guitar@olga.net
Subject: TAB: street_sweeper.tab by Dance Hall Crashers

Song: Street Sweeper
Band: Dance Hall Crashers
Album: The Old Record (1989-1992)
Written by Jaime McCormick, Elyse Rogers, and Ingrid Jonsson
Transcribed by Luke Knox (lukeknox@iname.com) e-mail me!

This is a real easy song to play, and I'm pretty sure this is right, but
let me know if you have a better way of playing this song.

Main/intro riff:
E-------------------------
B-------------------------
G-------------------------
D-------------------------
A--------1-0-1--5-4-5-6-5-
E--3-2-3------------------

The verse is just two chords:
     Gm    Cm
E----3-----3-----
B----3-----4-----
G----3-----5-----
D----5-----5-----
A----5-----3-----
E----3-----3-----

This is played during the horn solo:
    Gm    Cm    Fm    Gm
E---3-----3-----1-----3---
B---3-----4-----1-----3---
G---3-----5-----1-----3---
D---5-----5-----3-----5---
A---5-----3-----3-----5---
E---3-----3-----1-----3---

Lyrics:
There he goes running down the street. He's moving and panting and
stomping his feet. He's hoping and trying to lose the law. He's almost
away but there is a flaw. He hit a dead end and there is no way out, but
it seems as if he has no doubt. Look at that hole in the wall to his
right, he's punching the bricks out with all of his might. He's making
his way through little by little, one minute more and he'll get to the
middle. He gets to the other side and sees it, his big black car and his
driver in it. The cops are gaining with each passing moment. It's making
him nervous but he'll never show it. He's too rough for anyone. . . he's
the 7th street gangster. He looks in the mirror and pulls out his gun,
cocks it and aims it ready for fun. Got a big problem, his bullets are
gone. But even worse his driver named Don is passed out on the floor of
the car, with him down there they won't go far. The only solution is
under his seat, he pushes the button the ground leaves his feet. Once
again the 7th street gangster has won. Why do people challenge him when
they know what will be done. He's never lost and I doubt he ever will. A
word of warning to you all-never mess with the SSG.

That's it!  I hope you like it. Please e-mail me if you have any
questions, comments, requests, or want to talk about DHC!


Luke