Way Out West

Fm Fm Eb Db 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + C7 C7 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + C7 C7 Db Eb 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + Fm Fm 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + Fm Way Out West from way back east Bb Coming from a place you'd expect the least Db Eb There came a stranger, dressed in black Fm From a Harlem Town, a long way back Fm Had a Stetson hat with a band of gold Bb Eyes like steel, make your blood run cold Db Eb Had a microphone hanging by his side Fm Just ready to be amplified Fm Rode into town on a big black steed Bb Lookin' for a man named Ganamede Db Eb "I hear the dude just won't get down Fm If I rock this world I can rock this town!" Fm And when they asked him for his name Bb He said "Kurtis Blow, I play the rappin' game Db Eb I can do the do, I can do the deed Fm Eb Db Fm And tonight I'm gonna rock Ganamede!" Fm Now Ganamede thought he was cool Bb Wore Gucci shoes, had a fancy school Db Eb A fancy job in a big corporation Fm Fancy girls all across the nation Fm Fancy car, fancy clothes Bb Fancy friends and fancy dough Db Eb Only one thing he wouldn't do Fm Is let himself get down with you Fm The stranger went to the old saloon Bb Grabbed his mike and spun a tune Db Eb And everyone in the whole darn place Fm Said "Do the rap and set that pace!" Fm He rapped 'em down and he rapped 'em out Bb He made 'em dance and he made 'em shout Db Eb He said "If you like Kurtis Blow Fm Then let me hear you all say... Fm A say ho-oo! Ho-oo! Bb Hi-yo! Hi-yo! Db Eb Say Kurtis! Kurtis! Fm Say Kurtis Blow! Kurtis Blow! F#m At midnight Ganamede came in B To watch the dancers move and spin D E He took a seat over by the bar F#m And started smokin' a big cigar F#m "I admit the stranger is not bad B But tonight I'm gonna make him sad D E 'Cause I don't care about the groove F#m There ain't no dude gonna make me move!" F#m The joint was jumpin' hard at one B But Ganamede was havin' none D E Things were really fly at two F#m The stranger rapped and the tension grew F#m But Ganamede maintained his cool B "I'll make the stranger play the fool D E 'Cause I don't care about the groove F#m D E F#m There ain't no dude gonna make me move!" F#m The showdown came at three o'clock B The stranger said, "I'm gonna make you rock D E I'm gonna make you move, I'm gonna make you dance F#m They're gonna take you out in an ambulance F#m Now everybody lend a hand B I'm gonna make you be the band D E There ain't no jive, no superstition F#m We're gonna have a little demolition F#m Get down! N.C. Now stomp your feet N.C. To the funky beat N.C. Just clap your hands N.C. And let the beat expand N.C. Let me here the bass N.C. Put it in my face F#m7 Let the guitar play F#m7 Just put it away F#m7 F#m7 And now I think we've got the groove F#m7 F#m7 D E F#m So Ganamede, get up and move!" F#m Now everyone looked at the bar B At the lonely man with the big cigar D E He began to move, he began to shake F#m He'd had as much as he could take F#m He took his body to the floor B And then the crowd began to roar D E The stranger just had done the deed F#m And rocked the house with Ganamede F#m From three to four he couldn't stop B From four to five he just had to rock D E From five to six he let it loose F#m At seven he still had the juice F#m At eight o'clock he was goin' strong B Gettin' down with every song D E At nine o'clock he couldn't dance F#m And someone called an ambulance F#m F#m E D 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + C#7 C#7 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + C#7 C#7 D E 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + F#m F#m 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + Fm7 As they put him in the back Bb Of that big white shiny Cadillac Db Eb He said "Please get me Kurtis Blow Fm There's something that he ought to know" Fm7 He said "I thought I'd make my name Bb By beatin' you at the rappin' game Db Eb But you beat me fair and square Fm And anyway, I just don't care." Fm7 The stranger asked him what he meant Bb Said Ganamede, "I am content Db Eb I never used to catch a groove Fm I never used to dance or move Fm7 But it's more fun to play the fool Bb Than tryin' hard to be real cool Db Eb So anytime you're back in town Fm Eb Db Fm I'm gonna get up and I'm gonna get down!" Fm7 The stranger watched him drive away Bb Knowing what he'd done that day Db Eb And then he went right back inside Fm To make the dancers slip and slide Fm7 To rock 'em out, to rock 'em in Bb To make 'em rock it down again Db Eb And he said "If you like my sound Fm Let me hear you all say... Fm7 Throw down! Throw down! Bb At the showdown! At the showdown! Db Eb Say Throw down! Throw down! Fm At the showdown! At the showdown! N.C. Now stomp your feet N.C. To the funky beat N.C. Just clap your hands N.C. And let the beat expand N.C. Let me here the bass N.C. Put it in my face F#m7 Let the guitar play F#m7 Just put it away F#m7 A-rock on! 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