Poor Mans Son

Am                      C           Am           C
Advert hangs upon the wall "workers needed apply below",

                 F                   Am                F    (Dm)
You don't need a job if you've got a gun and there's a bank across the

Am
road,

Am                    C
My Ma hangs around my neck,
                Am              C
I point the pistol and tell the clerk,
              F                         Am
I'm not a bad man I'm just a poor man's son,
               F    (Dm)             Am
So give me the money and nobody gets hurt,

Am                                   C
The deputy sheriff points his gun at me,
         Am                 C
You'll never learn will you McGee,
             F                           Am
I'm starting to think that you like that cell,
            F     Dm        Am
And you can't wait to go to hell,

        C                F           C
Hey, Ma  it's me and I'm not married yet,
                                   F                 C
I'm sorry I'm going away again for another five year stretch,
F                                    Am
I'll make good someday you wait and see,
           F   Dm        Am
I love you Ma, say hi to Billy.

(Repeat last verse)
           F   Dm        Am
I love you Ma say hi to Billy.