John Prine – Billy The Bum (Guitar)
Key
-
Versions
(2)
Guitar
Ukulele
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
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Tabbed by: Dave S.
Email: [email protected]
Tuning: Standard
Artist: John Prine
Album: Diamonds in the Rough
Year: 1972
[Intro]
Bb F
F C F
[Verse 1]
F C Billy the bum lived by the thumb and sang of the hobo's delight C He'd prove he could run twice as fast as the sun F By losing his shadow at night F Now he loved every girl in this curly headed world Bb But no one will know it seems Bb F For two twisted legs and a childhood disease C F Left Billy just a bum in his dreams
[Chorus]
Bb F C F And he was just a gentle boy, a real florescent light Bb F C Cried pennies on Sunday morning, laughed nickels on Saturday night F Bb And your bullets they can't harm him, nor your knives tear him apart Bb F C F Humiliation killed him, God bless his little heart
[Verse 2]
F Now he lived all alone in a run down home C Near the side of the old railroad track C Where the trains used to run, carrying freight by the ton F And blow the whistle as Billy'd wave back F But the children around Billy's home town Bb Seemed to have nothin' better to do Bb F Than run around his house with their tongues from their mouth C F And make fun of that cripped old fool
[Chorus]
Bb F C F And he was just a gentle boy, a real florescent light Bb F C Cried pennies on Sunday morning, laughed nickels on Saturday night F Bb And your bullets they can't harm him, nor your knives tear him apart Bb F C F Humiliation killed him, God bless his little heart
[Verse 3]
F Now some folks a-wait and some folks a-pray C For Jesus to rise up again C But none of these folks in their holy cloaks F Ever took Billy on as a friend F For pity's a crime and it ain't worth a dime Bb To a person who's really in need Bb F Just treat 'em the same as you would your own name C F Next time that your heart starts to bleed
[Chorus]
Bb F C F For he was just a gentle boy, a real florescent light Bb F C Cried pennies on Sunday morning, laughed nickels on Saturday night F Bb And your bullets they can't harm him, nor your knives tear him apart Bb F C F Humiliation killed him, God bless his little heart