ATIST:  JOLIE HOLLAND VIDEO:  https://youtu.be/fFf3RmPt7bs EMAIL:                     JOLIE HOLLAND INTRO: NONE VERSE: I’m floating with the birds I’m talking to the weeds Look what you’ve done to me I’m still dressed up from the night before Silken hose and an old Parisian coat CHORUS: And I feel like a queen At the bus stop on the street Look what you’ve done to me VERSE: It’s a beautiful morning in the ghetto Finer than the day before The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say They know where the honey is There’s really old roses blooming in the ghetto Birds of paradise are taller than me The weeds grow high The birds flicker by Children are walking to school In the midst of all of this profusion The bus pulls up to take me back home The bus driver looks like an African prince The babies have tears in their eyes CHORUS: And I feel like a queen On this sunny city bus Look what you’ve done to me ================== ACOUSTIC & LIVE ==================== SONG:   CRUSH IN THE GHETTO (ACOUSTIC & LIVE) ATIST:  JOLIE HOLLAND VIDEO:  https://youtu.be/V9Tz7IpyN0k EMAIL:                  CRUSH IN THE GHETTO                 (ACOUSTIC & LIVE)                  JOLIE HOLLAND NOTE: This is a CHORD TAB for the ACOUSTIC & LIVE       version of this song. I provided the link to       it. Please rate accordingly. INTRO:                          NONE                               VERSE: I’m talking to the weeds Ah look what you’ve done to me I’m still dressed up from the night before Silken hose and an old Parisian coat CHORUS: And I feel like a queen At the bus stop on the street Look what you’ve done to me VERSE: It’s a beautiful morning in the ghetto Birds of paradise are taller than me   It’s a beautiful morning in the ghetto Finer than the day before The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say They know where the honey is There’s really old roses blooming in the ghetto Birds of paradise are taller than me The weeds grow high The birds flicker by Children are walking to school In the midst of all of this profusion The bus pulls up to take me back home The bus driver looks like an African prince The babies have tears in their eyes CHORUS: And I feel like a queen On this sunny city bus Look what you’ve done to me