The Beatles - You never give me your money

^Am7You never give me your m^Dmoney ^GYou only give me your ^Cfunny paper ^Fmaj7and in the middle of ne - ^Dm6go - ti -^E7 a - tions you ^Ambreak down

^Am7I never give you my n^Dmumber ^GI only give you my ^Csituation ^Fmaj7and in the middle of in - ^Dm6vest - ig -^E7 a -tion I ^Ambreak down ^{C G7 C C}Out of colleg^E7e, money spent ^AmSee no future,^C7 pay no rent ^FAll the money's ^Ggone, nowhere to ^Cgo ^CAny jobber^E7 got the sack ^AmMonday morning,^C7 turning back ^FYellow lorry ^Gslow, nowhere to ^Cgo But o^Bbh, that magic feeling,^F nowhere to ^Cgo ^BbOh, that magic feeling ^F Nowhere to ^Cgo Nowhere to go ^A7 One sweet ^B7dream ^CPick up the bags and ^E7get in the limous^A7ine Soo^D7n we'll be^G7 away from here Ste^D7p on the gas and ^G7wipe that tear a^Away One sweet ^B7dream came^Cmaj7 true..^G. tod^Aay Came ^Gtrue... tod^Aay Came ^Gtrue... tod^Aay...yes it did ^COne two three four five six seven, ^AAll good children go to Heaven.