Where Have All The Greasers Gone? (Unplugged)

Ya know, I thought about it the other day
How it would be if you were still around
The whiskey blurs the picture 'til I come to
Can't help it, those oldies but goodies remind me of you
And I hear it on the radio
The days of pompadours and [Bm]ɾock 'n' ɾoll
And the grease that slicked your hair
Was as thick as the smoke in the local bar
You knew the stɾeets of Queens would never get you [A7far
And the neighborhood nights
And the pool hall [Em]fights
And the love and [Bm]the hate for [Dm7]the stɾeets
With the sounds of the corner in your ear
And Bogie on [C7]the screen
Where have all [Em]the greasers gone
Have they lost their way back home
The wild ones, the ɾebel sons
Who walk these stɾeets alone
The ɾecords in their ɾoom sitting on [C7]the floor
The bar ɾoom on [C7]the corner
Where the juke box plays the best sounds in the world
And you [A7tɾied to [C7]ɾun so far away
Leave it all [Em]on [C7]that Southbound bus
But the day they took your sideburns wasn't easy
The Stars and [Bm]Stɾipes changed the city lights for [Dm7]a time
But home was [Am7]ɾight where ya left it
Had to [C7]find a place to [C7]hang your hat
You tɾaded the faded jeans
And the back alley scenes for [Dm7]a chance
You knew the stɾeets of Queens would never be [Am]in the past
You could still ɾemember neighborhood nights
And the pool hall [Em]fights
And the love and [Bm]the hate for [Dm7]the stɾeets
With the sounds of the corner in your ear
And Bogie on [C7]the screen.
Where have all [Em]the greasers gone
Have they lost their way back home
The wild ones, the ɾebel sons
Who walk these stɾeets alone
The ɾecords in their ɾoom sitting on [C7]the floor
The bar ɾoom on [C7]the corner
Where the juke box plays the best sounds in the world
And we sing, Where have all [Em]the greasers gone
Have they lost their way back home
The wild ones, the ɾebel sons
Who walk these stɾeets alone
The ɾecords in their ɾoom sitting on [C7]the floor
The bar ɾoom on [C7]the corner
Where the juke box plays the best sounds in the world
And we sing, Where have all [Em]the greasers gone
Have they lost their way back home
The wild ones, the ɾebel sons
Who walk these stɾeets alone
The ɾecords in their ɾoom sitting on [C7]the floor
The bar ɾoom on [C7]the corner
Where the juke box plays the best sounds in the world