Bob

C
He spent fifteen years getting 
loaded
F
Fifteen years till his liver 
exploded
C
what's Bob gonna do
                 F
Now that he cant drink?
                  C
The Doctor said: "Whatcha been 
thinkin bout?"
    F                              
Bob said : "Thats the point. I 
             C
won't think bout nothing.
                          F
Now I gotta do something else
N.C.
(Oi! Oi! Oi!)
C
To pass the time, had someone shave 
his head
         F
He got a new identity
C
Sixty-two hole air cushioned boots
      F
And a girl who rides a scooter
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            C       G
To take him out of town
Am              F
They would get away
C           G
Runnin around
            Am
And as the trucks drive by
         F                         
You can hear the mother fuckers go 
  C    G  Am  F
"PUNK!"

C  G  Am  F  x4

C
A couple of lines, an extra thermos 
of joe
         F
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk
 rock show
C
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just 
what
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Bob's the kinda guy who knows just
         F
 what to do
         Fm
When the doctor tells him to
C          Bb               F
Quit your drinkin, nows the time
         G            C
will he ever walk the line?
          Bb                   F
To all my friends I feel just great
        G             C
will he ever walk the line?
Bb            F
Kickin ass, & bustin heads
G
Red suspenders
C      Bb                F
Once a day he shaves his head
            G             C/F
But will he ever walk the line? (x4)


C G Am F x whatever
 C
BOB!