Lay Down
Copyright Doc Pablo, Cambridge, Jan 1994

Main riff, repeated throughout: G G C C D Dq D G //
Fingering: G: 320033, C: 032013, D: XX0232, Dq: XX0222 
(okay, I know it has a real name, but I don't want to look
it up right now)

G             C        D Dq D G
It's a wasted weekend
G             C        D Dq D G
What ya gonna wait for?
G            C        D Dq D G
Turn off the TV                (and you)
G            C         D Dq D G
Head out the front door

	 D                           C              G
        Cambridge streets are gonna mess with your mind
	 D                               C            G
        Trust your feet, who knows what you're gonna find
	 D                            C          G
        Head for the underground and nickel and dime (all the)
	 D                      C          D
        Pundit poets preaching on the Red Line

              G       C     D Dq D G
You've got to lay down
              G       C     D Dq D G
You've got to lay down

It's a Sunday morning
Couldn't get much later
Hit Nini's corner
Just to get the paper
        (But then you) catch the beat that's going down in the square
        Just grab a seat, son, you ain't going nowhere
        Fish for a dollar, try and talk if you dare (to that)
        Girl with the keyboard and the long curly hair
You've got to lay down
You've got to lay down

(bridge)
D                    C         G
Sunday sidewalk is a crowded affair
D                              C             G
Count the stoplights trying to find your way home
D                               C       G
Your best intention, but you're going nowhere (you might be)
D                          C               D
Born to run, but man, this town's built to roam

Skipping on the sidewalk
This life ain't so strange (you can)
Preach your revival (or you can)
Work pushing Spare Change
        Buskers and vagabonds appear by your side
        You can run, boy, but you know you can't hide
        The city slowly sucks you in with the tide (as your)
        Daydream turns into a carnival ride
You've got to lay down
You've got to lay down
You've got to lay down...