Little Bombadier David Bowie
[Bm] [Cm] [C] [D] [G]
[G]War made him a [Em]soldier, [C]little [D]Franky [G]Mear
[G]Peace left him a [Em]loser, the [C]little [D]bombra[G]dier.
[Em]Lines of worry [C]appeared with age, [D]unskilled hands that [G]knew no trade
[Bm]Spent his time in a [Cm]picture(?) house, the [C]little [D]bombra[G]dier.[C] [Cm] [G]
[G]Franky drank his [Em]money, the [C]little [D]that he [G]made
[G]Told his woes to [Em]no man, [C]friendless [D]lonely [G]days.
[Em]Then one day in the [C]ABC, [D]four small eyes gazed [G]longingly
[Bm]At the ice cream [Cm]in the hand of the [C]little [D]bombra[G]dier.
[Dm] [A] [Dm] [A]
[Dm]Sunshine entered our [A]Franky's days
[Dm]Gone his sorrows his [A]hopeless maze
His [Bb]life was fun and his [D]heart was full of [A]joy
[Dm]Two young children had [A]changed his his aims,
[Dm]He bought the toffees and [A]played their games
He [Bb]bought them presents with [D]every coin he [A]made.
[G] [Em] [C] [D] [G] [G] [Em] [C] [D] [G] [Em] [C] [D] [G] [Bm] [Cm] [C] [D] [G]
[G]Then two gentlemen [Em]called on him, [C]asked him [D]for his [G]name
[G]Why was he friends with the [Em]children, [C]were they [D]just a [G]game
[Em]Leave them alone or [C]we'll get sore, we've [D]had blokes like you in this [G]nation
The [Bm]hand of authority [Cm]said "no more" to the [C]little [D]bombra[G]dier.
[Em]Packed his bags, his [C]heart in pain, [D]wiped a tear and [G]caught a train
[Bm]Not to be seen in this [Cm]town again, the [C]little [D]bombra[G]dier.
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.