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Intro: (E G F# F E) 3x E G E (E D C# B D D# E) 2x

  E
   You pack your bags and move to the city
                                         A/Bb A G E  
   There's something missin' here at home
  E
   You fix your hair and look real pretty
   It's time to get out on your own

  D
   You're always fighting with your mama and your papa
                        F#    G   G# D E
   Your family life is one big pain
  E  
   When ya, ya gonna move to the city
                         G   A   A# 
   To the city where it all began

     B  D  E                     Bb A G
   You gotta move, you gotta move
  E
   Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child
                 D C# B G E (E D C# B D D# E) 2x
   You gotta move

   E
   You stole your mama's car
                                       A/Bb A G E
   And your daddy's plastic credit card
   E
   You're sixteen and you can't get a job
   You're not going very far
  D
   You're always fighting with the teachers and the police
                              F# G  G# D E  
   Your social life is much too insane
   E
   When ya gonna move to the city
                         G   A  A#
   To the city where it all began

    B   D  E                     Bb A G E
   You gotta move, you gotta move
  E
   Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child 
                 D C# B G E
   You gotta move

                    D                    D# E
   To the city with the real nitty gritty
             D               D# E
   Aw, child, ain't it a pity
                  D            D# Em
   Sometimes it gets too shitty
                D     F#m7 G F#m7 G F#m7 G F#m7 E
   Come on and hit me

   E
   You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty
                                        D
   At least you getta do what you please
  E
   You do, what you gotta do for the money
   At times you end up on your kness

   D
   I'm always buying with the local desert junkies
                      F#  G    G# D
   This city life is one big pain
   E
   But you, you had to move to the city
                         G  A   A#
   To the city where it all began

    B   D  E                     Bb A G
   You gotta move, you gotta move
  E
   Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, child
                 D C# B G E
   You gotta move

                     D                   D# Em
   To the city with the real nitty gritty
            D                D# E
   Aw, child, ain't it a pity
                 D             D# Em
   Sometimes it gets too shitty
                D     D# E
   Come on and hit me.