Bankrobber (Cifras)

The Clash

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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