From: ppalmer@ironwood.cray.com (Peter Palmer) Bank Robber The Clash Black Market Clash EP Lyrics c/o uwp 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. Guitar ---------------------------------------------| ---------------------------------------------| ---------------------------------------------| ----0----2-0---0-----------------------------| -------------3----------------2---3-2-0-2----| 3--------------------------3-----------------| bass ------------------------------------------------| ------------------------------------------------| ---5-5-5-5-5----5-5-5--------5-5-5-5-5-0--------| 3-------------3------------3--------------3-----| Guitar ---------------------------------------------------| ---------------------------------------------------| ---------------------------------------------------| -----0---2-0---0--------------0--------------------| -------------3-------------3-----------------------| 3--------------------------------3--3-3-3-3--------| bass ----------------------------------------------------| -------------------------------0--------------------| ---5-5-5-5-5----5-5-5-5-5---3-----------------------| 3-------------3-------------------3-3-3-3-3---------|

^GMy Daddy was a ^Cbankrob^Gber G C G (is this G here right?) But he never hurt nobody

^GHe just loved to ^Clive that ^Gway And he ^Cloved to ^Dsteal your ^Gmoney

^GSome is rich, and ^Csome is ^Gpoor G C G (eh?) That's the way the world is

^GBut I don't believe in ^Clying ^Gback ^CSayin' how ^Dbad your ^Gluck 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

The Clash - Bank robber