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| 5.15 a.m. |
| A | |
| snow laying all around |
| a collier cycles home |
| E | |
| from his night shift undergroun | d |
| E | |
| past the silent pub |
| primary school, workingmens club |
| A | |
| on the road from the pithead |
| fis |
| the churchyard packed |
| B7 | |
| with mining d | ead |
| E | |
| then beneath the bridge |
| he comes to a giant car |
| A fis |
| a shroud of snow upon the roof |
| E | |
| a mark ten ja | guar |
| A | |
| he thought the man was fast asleep |
| E | |
| silent, still and deep |
| A | |
| both dead and co | ld |
| fis |
| shot through |
| B7 | |
| with bullet ho | les |
| fis cis |
| the one armed bandit man |
| A | |
| came north to fill his b | oots |
| came up from cockneyland |
| e-type jags and flashy suits |
| fis |
| put your money in |
| pull the levers |
| watch them spin |
| A | |
| cash cows in all the pubs |
| B7 | |
| but he preferred the new nightc | lubs |
| E | |
| nineteen sixty-seven |
| A | |
| bandit men in birdcage heaven |
| la dolce vita, sixty-nine |
| E | |
| all new to people of the t | yne |
| E | |
| who knows who did what |
| somebody made a call |
| A | |
| they s | aid his hands |
| fis |
| were in the pot |
| E | |
| that he?d been skimming hau | ls |
| fis |
| he picks up the swag |
| they gaily gave away |
| A | |
| drives his giant jag |
| fis H7 |
| off to his big pay day |
| fis cis |
| the bandit man |
| A | |
| came north to f | ill his boots |
| came up from cockneyland |
| e-type jags and flashy suits |
| fis |
| the bandit man |
| A | |
| came up the great north road |
| up to geordieland |
| fis |
| to mine |
| B7 | |
| the mother l | ode |
| E | |
| seams blew up or cracked |
| A | |
| black diamonds came hard won |
| generations toiled and hacked |
| E | |
| for a pittance and black l | ung |
| fis |
| crushed by tub or stone |
| together and alone |
| A | |
| how the young and old |
| fis H7 |
| paid the price of coal |
| E | |
| eighteen sixty-seven |
| A | |
| my angel?s gone to hea | ven |
| he?ll be happy there |
| E | |
| sunlight and sweet clean air |
| E | |
| they gather round the glass |
| A | |
| tough hewers and cr | utters |
| child trappers and putters |
| E | |
| the little foals and half-mar | rows |
| A | |
| who pushed |
| cis |
| and pulled the barrows |
| A | |
| the hod boys |
| E | |
| and the rolleyw | aymen |
| 5.15 a.m. |