NEIL YOUNG RUST RADIO SUGAR MOUNTAIN THRASHER'S WHEAT
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Grandpa's Interview
SUBMITTED BY: Jean-Paul Buquet

TUNING: DADGBD

CHORDS:
Cadd9:
x32030
Amadd4:
x02210
G7sus4:
333010
Cadd9*:
032010

INTRO: (x3) [C add9 / Am add4 (x3) G7 sus4 / C add9*] C add9 Am add4 Grandpa, here's your coffee, C add9 Am add4 Said Edith, as she filled his cup. C add9 Am add4 Nobody'll find you here, G7 sus4 C add9* And Earl is glad you guys showed up. C add9 Am add4 The way things are downtown, C add9 Am add4 You might have to stay for a while, C add9 Am add4 There was a helicopter hovering over your house G7 sus4 C add9* When I talked to your neighbor Kyle. Who the hell do they think they are, Invading our home like that? Grandma and I had to leave so fast, We couldn't even catch the cat. The helicopter scared the shit out of him, And it took off down the trail, Down past the railroad track, Towards the county jail. BRIDGE 1: C add9 / Am add4 (x3) G7 sus4 / C add9* Jed, you really screwed up now! What did you have to do that for? Everybody wants to hang your ass, And here's a note from Lenore. Sun touched the cold steel bars As she pushed the paper in. Jed took it up and read it And he couldn't hide a grin. Outside the jail window A crow flew across the sky, Completely disappearing behind each bar, Then a helicopter flew by. Say hi to Earl and Edith. Tell 'em I'm doing fine. Tell 'em you're ready to leave home now, They should cut the line. Can Grandma come and see me? I got a new song to sing It's longer than all the others combined And it doesn't mean a thing. BRIDGE 2: (x2) C add9 / Am add4 (x3) G7 sus4 / C add9* The noise was unfamiliar, Walkie-talkies squaling, Generators were running, Vans parked in the field. TV crews and cameras, They wanted to interview Grandpa on the porch. They came through the gate and up on the lawn Knocking down Edith's Tiki Torch. And Grandpa saw them there, Looking through the venetian blind. Those people don't have any respect, So they won't get any of mine. I ain't wanna talk about Jed. I don't watch channel 2 or 6 or 9. I don't have time to talk that fast, And it ain't my crime. It ain't an honor to be on TV And it ain't a duty either. The only good thing about TV Is shows like 'Leave it to Beaver'. Shows with love and affection, Like Mama used to say. A little Mayberry living Could go a long way. He took Earl's gun down from the closet, Loaded up both barrels. Went out on the porch and fired 'em off, And up walked a woman named Carol. Susan Carol from Early Magazine, I got some questions to ask. Well you can stick 'em where the sun don't shine! Grandpa said with a gasp. Then he fell face first and let out a sigh, Edith came out in shock. Grandpa was whispering to her from down on the floor, he looked like he was trying to talk. That guy just keeps singin'! Can somebody shut him up? I don't know for the life of me Where he comes up with that stuff. BRIDGE 3: (x3) C add9 / Am add4 (x3) G7 sus4 / C add9* They laid his head on a newspaper With a picture of Carmichael on the front page, Posing with the little league baseball team, And a seedy shot of Jed with a motorcycle. Grandpa died like a hero, Fighting for freedom of silence, Trying to stop the media, Trying to be anonymous. BRIDGE 4: (x2) C add9 / Am add4 (x3) G7 sus4 / C add9* SOLO C add9 Am add4 Share your loving and you live so long C add9 Am add4 Share your loving and you live so long C add9 Am add4 Share your loving and you live so long G7 sus4 C add9* C add9 Live so long