Mark Knopfler - 5 15 am

^C5.15 a.m. Snow laying all around ^FA collier cycles home From his night shift under^Cground ^GPast the silent pub Primary school, workingmens club ^DmOn the road from the pithead The churchyard ^Fpacked With mining ^Cdead

^CThen beneath the bridge He comes to a giant car ^FA shroud of snow upon the roof A Mark Ten Jagu^Car ^GHe thought the man was fast asleep Silent, still and deep ^DmBoth dead and cold Shot ^Fthrough With bullet ^Choles

^Fmaj7The one armed bandit man Came north to fill his boots ^CCame up from cockneyland E-type Jags and flashy suits ^Fmaj7Put your money in Pull the levers Watch them spin ^CCash cows in all the pubs But he preferred the new nightclubs

^GNineteen sixty-seven Bandit men in birdcage heaven ^AmLa dolce vita, sixty-nine ^FAll new to people of the Tyne ^{C G}

^CWho knows who did what Somebody made a call They ^Fsaid his hands Were in the pot That he'd been skimming ^Chauls ^GHe picks up the swag They gaily gave away ^DmDrives his giant Jag Off ^Fto his big pay ^Cday

^Fmaj7The bandit man Came north to fill his boots ^CCame up from cockneyland E-type Jags and flashy suits ^Fmaj7The bandit man Came up the great north road ^CUp to geordieland To mine A The mother lode

^CSeams blew up or cracked Black diamonds came hard won ^FGenerations toiled and hacked For a pittance and black ^Clung ^GCrushed by tub or stone Together And alone ^DmHow the young and old Paid the ^Fprice of ^Ccoal

^GEighteen sixty-seven My angel's gone to heaven ^AmHe'll be happy there ^FSunlight and sweet clean air ^{C G}

^CThey gather round the glass Tough hewers and crutters ^AmChild trappers and putters The little foals ^Fand half-^Gmarrows ^DmWho pushed And pulled the ^Gbarrows ^DmThe hod boys And the ^Frolleywaymen ^C5.15 a.m.