Coercion Street

D I was born of coercion street D Rocks and bottles and fists and feet D I ruled a path I daily climbed D all uphill all of the time D My folks were poor folks who did all they could D to stand on that righteous rock where moses stood Am Em I memorised every word G D/F# Em D But noise is all I think I heard D A bar stool, a church pew, a handshake a clenched fist D I made my choices aware of the risk D Street muscle, blues shuffle, honed in two skills D Came in real handy, climbing that hill Am Em And each step shortened that climb Am Em Till I found a voice that was mine Am Em Each man is shaped his deeds G D/F# Em D I survived Coercion street D I was born on Coercion street -I'll add a proper tab for the riff in D played through soon...-