G I was born and raised in the ghetto Talk with me and you'll know C G I wasn't satisfied, with living on the side C I started looking around, for a possibility G D G Listen to my story, of what became of me I met a businessman Who said he had some friends back east So why don't you come along Well we can help you at least We'll make you into a big star By playing your guitar But the joke was on me They left me flat to see Chorus: D Going back west C G Yes, I know I'll make out alright D Going back west C G Where my music's playing all night C D Going back west (going back west) G I think I'll do alright - x2 Struggling for recognition, identity and respect I got a lot of promises They told me not to fret So we will stand by you If the going gets rough But when I started thinking They didn't even bluff G# 'bout a year has come and gone, and left me standing here C# Thinking how it could have been, G# for still I ain't nowhere C# They surely took me for a ride, trampled on my pride G# D# But I hold my head up high, G# got no more tears to cry Chorus: D# Going back west C# G# Yes, I know I'll make out alright D# Going back west C# G# Where my music's playing all night C# D# Going back west (going back west) G# I think I'll do alright C# D# Going back west (going back west) G# I think I'll do alright | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC C# D D# G G# |