#From: ppalmer@sdiv.cray.com (Peter Palmer)
{t:Bank Robber}
{st:The Clash}
# 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.
{sot}
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Guitar
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{eot}

[G]My Daddy was a [C]bankrob[G]ber
[G]But he never hurt no[C]bo[G]dy
[G]He just loved to [C]live that [G]way
And he [C]loved to [D]steal your [G]money
[G]Some is rich, and [C]some is [G]poor
[G]That's the way the [C]world [G]is
[G]But I don't believe in [C]lying [G]back
[C]Sayin' how [D]bad your [G]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