Just A Bum

C                              
I saw a man, he's a well-dressed 
                              C7
man, He had a tan from the Yucatan
          F                        
He had a car, he looked like a 
           C
star, I said, Hey, don't I know who 
you are
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But when he glanced into my eyes, I
  C
 saw yes I saw was such a big 
surprise
        C                          
He was afraid that he's just a bum 
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, Someday when all his stuff is 
            F             Fm
gone and he's left without a dime
Time ain't money when all ya got is 
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time,
G                                 
And you can see him standin on the
  C
 corner with a nine-day beard and 
his bright red eyes


C                                 
I know a guy, he's a pal of mine, 
       C7
I say, hey. He say, I'm doin fine
F                                 
I'm movin up the ladder, rung rung
                 C
 rung, I'm gonna get my million 
while I am still young
G                               
But at night when he's had a few, 
   C
His eyes say different than his 
tongue

              C                    
They say I'm afraid that I'm just a
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 bum, Someday when all my stuff is 
              F             Fm
gone and I'm left without a dime
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C
Time ain't money when all ya got is 
time
             G                   
And you can see me standin on the 
                C
corner with a nine-day beard and my 
bright red eyes
      C                            
Goin hey, hey hey hey hey, come on 
                        F          
and listen to my story, hey, hey 
        C     G
hey hey hey, ah hey


C                                 
Some people live to work, work to 
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live, Any little tremble and the 
earth might give
F                              
Ya can't hide it in a Volvo or a 
                    C
London Fog, Can't hide it in a 
mansion with an imported dog
G                                 
No matter how we plan and 
  C
rehearse, we're at a pink slip's 
mercy in a paper universe


             C                  
They say we’re afraid that we’re 
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just a bum, Someday when all our 
                   F             
stuff is gone and we’re left without
Fm
 a dime
C
Time ain't money when all we got is 
time
             G                     
And you can see us standin’ on the 
              C
corner with a nine-day beard and our
 bright red eyes
      C                            
Goin hey, hey hey hey hey, come on 
                        F        
and listen to our story, hey, hey 
          C     G
hey hey hey, ah hey


C                                 
The man of sorrow's acquainted 
          C7
with grief, Stands in line waiting 
for relief
F                              
He will tell ya it wasn't always 
                    C
this way, One bad little thing 
happened one bad little day
G                                 
Heartbreak has bad teeth and a 
  C
sour smell and lives when he can in 
a cheap hotel


            C                      
They say he’s afraid that he’s just
C7                                
 a bum, Someday when all his stuff
             F             Fm
 is gone and he’s left without a 
dime
C
Time ain't money when all he got is 
time
             G                     
And you can see him standin’ on the
              C
 corner with a nine-day beard and 
his bright red eyes
      C                            
Goin hey, hey hey hey hey, come on 
                        F          
and listen to my story, hey, hey 
        C     G
hey hey hey, ah hey