The Clash - Jail guitar doors

Let me t^Eell you 'bout Wayne and his d^Beals of cocaine A li^Attle more every day ^EHolding for a friend till the ^G#mband do well Th^Ben the D.E.A. locked him a^Eway

^EClang clang, go the j^Aail guitar d^Eoors ^EBang bang, go the bo^Aots on the fl^Eoor ^ECry cry, for your lo^Anely mother's s^Eon ^EClang clang, go the j^Aail guitar doors

And I'll t^Eell you 'bout Pete, didn't w^Bant no fame G^Aave all his money away "Well there's so^Emething wrong, it'll be g^G#mood for you, son" And so they c^Bertified him ins^Eane

^EClang clang, go the j^Aail guitar d^Eoors ^EBang bang, go the bo^Aots on the fl^Eoor ^ECry cry, for your lo^Anely mother's s^Eon ^EClang clang, go the j^Aail guitar doors

And th^Een there's Keith, wa^Biting for trial Tw^Aenty-five thousand bail If ^Ehe goes down you won't ^G#mhear his sound But his fr^Biends carry on any^Eway, fuck 'em!

^EClang clang, go the j^Aail guitar d^Eoors ^EBang bang, go the bo^Aots on the fl^Eoor ^ECry cry, for your lo^Anely mother's s^Eon ^EClang clang, go the j^Aail guitar doors

Jail guitar do^Eors ^{Am A E}