Biography:
Tom Russell (born in Los Angeles in either 1947 or 1948) is an American singer-songwriter from California, currently living in El Paso, Texas. His music incorporates elements of folk, traditional country & western, border and cowboy music of the American West. Russell's songs have been recorded by artists such as Johnny Cash, Ian Tyson, Nanci Griffith, Dave Alvin and others. In addition to his music, he is also an artist and published author.
In the 1980s Russell made four albums credited to the Tom Russell Band.
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Other songs:
- A Bowl Of Red
- A Hard Rains A
- A Land Called Way Out There
- Acres Of Corn
- Aint No More Cane On The Brazos
- Alkali
- All This Way For The Short Ride
- Amelias Railroad Flat
- America The Beautiful
- American Rivers
- Angel Of Lyon
- Beyond The Blues
- Box Of Visions
- Bucking Horse Moon
- Bus Station
- Canadian Whisky
- Carrickfergus
- Claude Dallas
- Criminology
- Cropduster
- Dance Hall Girls
- Down The Rio Grande
- East Of Woodstock West Of Viet Nam
- El Llano Estacado
- En Canadien Errant
- Evangeline Hotel
- Finding You
- Furious Love For Liz
- Gallo Del Cielo
- Guadalupe
- Gulf Coast Highway
- Hallie Lonnigan
- Hills Of Old Juarez
- If I Had A Gun
- Isaac Lewis
- Little Blue Horse
- Love Abides
- Love Makes A Fool Out Of The Wise
- Mandarin Oranges
- Manzanar
- Mineral Wells
- Navajo Rug
- Oil Field Girls
- Old Blue
- Pilgrim Land
- Racehorse Haynes
- Rambler Gambler
- Rider On An Orphan Train
- Rose Of San Joaquin
- Santa Fe At Midnight
- Sitting Bull In Venice
- Somebodys Husband Somebodys Son
- Sonoras Death Row
- Spanish Burgundy
- Stealing Electricity
- The Ballad Of Edward Abbey
- The Dutchman
- The Eyes Of Robert Duran
- The Eyes Of Roberto Duran
- The Greatest Show On Earth
- The John Bull Tin
- The Kid From Spavinaw
- The Man From God Knows Where
- The Next Thing Smokin
- The Old Rugged Cross
- The Railroad Boy
- The Rose Of Roscrae
- The Rose Of The San Joaquin
- The Santa Fe At Midnight
- The Sky Above The Mud Below
- The Water Is Wide
- Throwin Horseshoes At The Moon
- Throwing Horseshoes At The Moon
- Tonight We Ride
- Touch Of Evil
- Veterans Day
- Walkin On The Moon
- Walking On The Moon
- Wayfarin Stranger
- What Work Is
- When Sinatra Played Juarez
- When The Wolves No Longer Sing
- Where The Dream Begins
- Whos Gonna Build Your Wall
- Winnipeg
- Woodrow
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Tom Russell - Criminology
[Intro]
G
[Verse 1]
I had a gun pointed at my head on several occasions
G
Yeah, Nadine I was scared
Something about a black man with a machine gun
G
Make you wish you said your prayers
C
It was Nigeria
G
The year was Nineteen Sixty-Nine
D
I was teaching criminology
G
Played a little guitar on the side
[Verse 2]
In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert
G
Indian Jack puts a gun to my head
He said, "How do you like it now gentlemen?
G
How’s your blue eyed boy, Mr Dead?"
C
It was Canada this time
G
The year was Nineteen Seventy-One
D
I was performing at the Club Zanzibar
G
In the neon world of knives and guns
[Chorus]
Em
Oh, excuse me if I’m boring you, dear listener
G
Accept my humble apology
Am
You may think I’m just a folk singer, no
D G
I’m a master in the art of criminology
[Verse 3]
When Picasso died, the Indians cried
G
In a Prince George motel room
We were drunker than a thousand white men
G
Playing lumber camp saloon
C
It was Canada again
G
The year was Nineteen Seventy-Three
D
There were grizzly bears walking down main street
G
What an amazing sight to see
[Verse 4]
Well, the devil rides a cubist horse
G
The devil he’s got angles
But god is an expressionist
G
He got the devil strangled
C
Down in purgatorian limbo in hell
G
Ahh, them southern rip joints just like that
D
God’s waiting room is full of painters and poets
G
And old black jazz saints in pork pie hats
[Chorus]
Em
Well, excuse me if I’m boring you, dear listener
G
Accept my humble apology
Am
You may think I’m some jive folk singer, no
D G
I’m a master in the art of criminology
[Instrumental]
G C G D G
[Verse 5]
So, I got off a plane in Nigeria
G
It was Nineteen Sixty-Nine
Arrested by Ton Ton Macoute
G
Taking photos was a war zone crime
C
They were gonna hack me up with machetes
G
A US ambassador, come home, paid my bribe
D
So, I played guitar with Victor Uwaifo
G
Taught a little criminology on the side
[Chorus]
Em
Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it
G
No regrets, no surrender, no apology
Am
I know a little bit about a lot of things
D G
I’m a master in the art of criminology
[Chorus]
Em
Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it
G
No regrets, no surrender, no apology
Am
I know a little bit about a lot of things
D G
I’m a master in the art of criminology
[Outro]
G
Criminology
G
Criminology
G
Criminology
[Intro]
G
[Verse 1]
I had a gun pointed at my head on several occasions
G
Yeah, Nadine I was scared
Something about a black man with a machine gun
G
Make you wish you said your prayers
C
It was Nigeria
G
The year was Nineteen Sixty-Nine
D
I was teaching criminology
G
Played a little guitar on the side
[Verse 2]
In Apache Pass, Prince Rupert
G
Indian Jack puts a gun to my head
He said, "How do you like it now gentlemen?
G
How’s your blue eyed boy, Mr Dead?"
C
It was Canada this time
G
The year was Nineteen Seventy-One
D
I was performing at the Club Zanzibar
G
In the neon world of knives and guns
[Chorus]
Em
Oh, excuse me if I’m boring you, dear listener
G
Accept my humble apology
Am
You may think I’m just a folk singer, no
D G
I’m a master in the art of criminology
[Verse 3]
When Picasso died, the Indians cried
G
In a Prince George motel room
We were drunker than a thousand white men
G
Playing lumber camp saloon
C
It was Canada again
G
The year was Nineteen Seventy-Three
D
There were grizzly bears walking down main street
G
What an amazing sight to see
[Verse 4]
Well, the devil rides a cubist horse
G
The devil he’s got angles
But god is an expressionist
G
He got the devil strangled
C
Down in purgatorian limbo in hell
G
Ahh, them southern rip joints just like that
D
God’s waiting room is full of painters and poets
G
And old black jazz saints in pork pie hats
[Chorus]
Em
Well, excuse me if I’m boring you, dear listener
G
Accept my humble apology
Am
You may think I’m some jive folk singer, no
D G
I’m a master in the art of criminology
[Instrumental]
G C G D G
[Verse 5]
So, I got off a plane in Nigeria
G
It was Nineteen Sixty-Nine
Arrested by Ton Ton Macoute
G
Taking photos was a war zone crime
C
They were gonna hack me up with machetes
G
A US ambassador, come home, paid my bribe
D
So, I played guitar with Victor Uwaifo
G
Taught a little criminology on the side
[Chorus]
Em
Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it
G
No regrets, no surrender, no apology
Am
I know a little bit about a lot of things
D G
I’m a master in the art of criminology
[Chorus]
Em
Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it
G
No regrets, no surrender, no apology
Am
I know a little bit about a lot of things
D G
I’m a master in the art of criminology
[Outro]
G
Criminology
G
Criminology
G
Criminology
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