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Date: Sat, 21 Mar 1998 22:33:46 -0800 (PST) From: toomey <toomey@sos.net> 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. (toomey@sos.net) 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
GWar made him a Emsoldier, Clittle DFranky GMear GPeace left him a Emloser, the Clittle DbombraGdier. EmLines of worry Cappeared with age, Dunskilled hands that Gknew no trade Bm Cm C D G (C Cm G) Spent his time in a picture(?) house, the little bombradier.
GFranky drank his Emmoney, the Clittle Dthat he Gmade GTold his woes to Emno man, Cfriendless Dlonely Gdays. EmThen one day in the CABC, Dfour small eyes gazed Glongingly BmAt the ice cream Cmin the hand of the Clittle DbombraGdier.
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DmSunshine entered our AFranky's days DmGone his sorrows his Ahopeless maze His Bblife was fun and his Dheart was full of Ajoy DmTwo young children had Achanged his his aims, DmHe bought the toffees and Aplayed their games He Bbbought them presents with Devery coin he Amade.
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GThen two gentlemen Emcalled on him, Casked him Dfor his Gname GWhy was he friends with the Emchildren, Cwere they Djust a Ggame EmLeave them alone or Cwe'll get sore, we've Dhad blokes like you in this Gnation before The Bmhand of authority Cmsaid "no more&quoCt; to tDhe litGtle bombradier. EmPacked his bags, his Cheart in pain, Dwiped a tear and Gcaught a train BmNot to be seen in this Cmtown again, the Clittle DbombraGdier.
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.