Mark Knopfler - 5 15 am

^D5.15 a.m. Snow laying all around ^GA collier cycles home From his night shift under^Dground ^APast the silent pub Primary school, workingmens club ^EmOn the road from the pithead The churchyard ^Gpacked With mining ^Ddead

^DThen beneath the bridge He comes to a giant car ^GA shroud of snow upon the roof A Mark Ten Jagu^Dar ^AHe thought the man was fast asleep Silent, still and deep ^EmBoth dead and cold Shot ^Gthrough With bullet ^Dholes

^Gmaj7The one armed bandit man Came north to fill his boots ^DCame up from cockneyland E-type Jags and flashy suits ^Gmaj7Put your money in Pull the levers Watch them spin ^DCash cows in all the pubs But he preferred the new nightclubs

^ANineteen sixty-seven Bandit men in birdcage heaven ^BmLa dolce vita, sixty-nine ^GAll new to people of the Tyne ^{D A}

^DWho knows who did what Somebody made a call They ^Gsaid his hands Were in the pot That he'd been skimming ^Dhauls ^AHe picks up the swag They gaily gave away ^EmDrives his giant Jag Off ^Gto his big pay ^Dday

^Gmaj7The bandit man Came north to fill his boots ^DCame up from cockneyland E-type Jags and flashy suits ^Gmaj7The bandit man Came up the great north road ^DUp to geordieland To mine A The mother lode

^DSeams blew up or cracked Black diamonds came hard won ^GGenerations toiled and hacked For a pittance and black ^Dlung ^ACrushed by tub or stone Together And alone ^EmHow the young and old Paid the ^Gprice of ^Dcoal

^AEighteen sixty-seven My angel's gone to heaven ^BmHe'll be happy there ^GSunlight and sweet clean air ^{D A}

^DThey gather round the glass Tough hewers and crutters ^BmChild trappers and putters The little foals ^Gand half-^Amarrows ^EmWho pushed And pulled the ^Abarrows ^EmThe hod boys And the ^Grolleywaymen ^D5.15 a.m.