David Bowie – Little Bombadier (Ukulele)
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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"
Am Fm F C C
C Am F C C War made him a soldier, little Franky Mear C Am F C C Peace left him a loser, the little bombradier. Am F C C Lines of worry appeared with age, unskilled hands that knew no trade Am Fm F C C (F Fm C) Spent his time in a picture(?) house, the little bombradier. C Am F C C Franky drank his money, the little that he made C Am F C C Told his woes to no man, friendless lonely days. Am F C C Then one day in the ABC, four small eyes gazed longingly Am Fm F C C At the ice cream in the hand of the little bombradier.
Gm D Gm D
Gm D Sunshine entered our Franky's days Gm D Gone his sorrows his hopeless maze D# C D His life was fun and his heart was full of joy Gm D Two young children had changed his his aims, Gm D He bought the toffees and played their games D# C D He bought them presents with every coin he made.
C Am F C C C Am F C C Am F C C Am Fm F C C
C Am F C C Then two gentlemen called on him, asked him for his name C Am F C C Why was he friends with the children, were they just a game Am F C C Leave them alone or we'll get sore, we've had blokes like you in this nation
before
Am Fm F C C The hand of authority said "no more" to the little bombradier. Am F C C Packed his bags, his heart in pain, wiped a tear and caught a train Am Fm F C C 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.