1. I was born and [G]raised in the ghetto, talk with me and you’ll know
[C]I wasn’t satisfied, with living on the [G]side
I started looking around for a possibili-[C]ty
Listen to my [G]story, [D]of what became of [G]me [D]
2. I met a business-[G]man who said he had some friends back east
[C]so why don’t you come along, well, we can help you at [G]least
We’ll make you into a big star by playing your [C]guitar
but the joke was on [G]me, [D]they left me flat to [G]see
Chorus: Going back [D]west, yes, I [C]know, I’ll make out al-[G]right
Going back [D]west where my [C]music’s playing all [G]night
Going back [C]west (going back [D]west) I think I’ll do al-[G]right
3. ‘Bout a year has [G]come and gone and left me standing here
[C]thinking how it could have been for still I ain’t now-[G]here.
They surely took me for a ride, trampled on my [C]pride
but I hold my head up [G]high, got no [D]more tears to [G]cry
