David Bowie – Little Bombadier (Guitar)
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Date: Sat, 21 Mar 1998 22:33:46 -0800 (PST)
From: toomey <[email protected]>
Subject: CRD: b/bowie_david/little_bombradier.crd
I am going through my collection of Bowie songs (i.e. Every one in existence) and putting them all down. If anyone wants one in particular, e-mail me and I'll do it next. ([email protected])
This little ditty is off of my "London Boy" compilation (a nice 18 song
import album, a good purchase for any Bowie fan). It's called "Little
Bombradier"
Bm Cm C D G
G Em C D G War made him a soldier, little Franky Mear G Em C D G Peace left him a loser, the little bombradier. Em C D G Lines of worry appeared with age, unskilled hands that knew no trade Bm Cm C D G (C Cm G) Spent his time in a picture(?) house, the little bombradier. G Em C D G Franky drank his money, the little that he made G Em C D G Told his woes to no man, friendless lonely days. Em C D G Then one day in the ABC, four small eyes gazed longingly Bm Cm C D G At the ice cream in the hand of the little bombradier.
Dm A Dm A
Dm A Sunshine entered our Franky's days Dm A Gone his sorrows his hopeless maze Bb D A His life was fun and his heart was full of joy Dm A Two young children had changed his his aims, Dm A He bought the toffees and played their games Bb D A He bought them presents with every coin he made.
G Em C D G G Em C D G Em C D G Bm Cm C D G
G Em C D G Then two gentlemen called on him, asked him for his name G Em C D G Why was he friends with the children, were they just a game Em C D G Leave them alone or we'll get sore, we've had blokes like you in this nation
before
Bm Cm C D G The hand of authority said "no more" to the little bombradier. Em C D G Packed his bags, his heart in pain, wiped a tear and caught a train Bm Cm C D G Not to be seen in this town again, the little bombradier.
There are a few chords at the end that I can't figure out because everyone
is asleep in my house so I can't use the piano to figure out all those
suspensions and augmentations, or whatever they turn out to be. Will send
the correction as soon as I work it out.