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From: ppalmer@ironwood.cray.com (Peter Palmer)

Bank Robber

The Clash
Black Market Clash EP
Lyrics c/o uwp

This is as close as my ear could get it.  The problem
is there really isn't any straight guitar playing.
The intro lines are what I play along with the initial
humming.  As always, corrections encouraged.


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Guitar
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G              C      G
My Daddy was a bankrobber

G                   C G (is this G here right?)
But he never hurt nobody

G                C         G
He just loved to live that way

       C        D          G
And he loved to steal your money

G                 C       G
Some is rich, and some is poor

G                  C     G (eh?)
That's the way the world is

G                      C     G
But I don't believe in lying back

C          D        G
Sayin' how bad your luck is

So we came to jazz it up
We never loved a shovel
Break your back to earn your pay
An' don't forget to grovel

The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I never been in prison
A lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison

Imagine if all the boys in jail
Could get out now together
Whadda you think they'd want to say to us?
While we was being clever

Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
Cos that's where we're spinning
There's no point to wanna comb your hair
When it's grey and thinning

Run rabbit run
Strike out boys, for the hills
I can find that hole in the wall
And I know that they never will