Billy The Bum

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                        Billy the Bum - John Prine

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Tabbed by: Dave S.

Tuning: Standard

Artist: John Prine
Album: Diamonds in the Rough
Year: 1972




Intro:
Bb  F
F   C  F


F                                 
Billy the bum lived by the thumb 
                        C
and sang of the hobo's delight
     C
He'd prove he could run twice as 
fast as the sun
                        F
By losing his shadow at night
       F
Now he loved every girl in this 
curly headed world
                        Bb
But no one will know it seems
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    Bb                     F
For two twisted legs and a childhood
 disease
     C                       F
Left Billy just a bum in his dreams



Chorus:
    Bb            F             C
And he was just a gentle boy, A 
               F
real florescent light
      Bb                F      
Cried pennies on Sunday morning, 
                             C
Laughs nickels on Saturday night
         F                         
And your bullets they can't harm 
                            Bb
him Nor your knives tear him apart
            F              C      
Humiliation killed him God bless 
          F
his little heart



       F
Now he lived all alone In a run down
 home
         F                        
Near the side of the old railroad 
C
track
          C
Where the trains used to run 
Carrying freight by the ton
And blow the whistle as Billy'd wave
 F
 back
        F
But the children around Billy's home
 town
          F                      Bb
Seemed to have nothin' better to do
     Bb                            
Then run around his house With 
  F
their tongues from their mouth
         C                      
And make fun of that cripped old 
 F
fool



(Repeat chorus)



    F
Now some folks they wait And some 
folks they pray
                     C
For Jesus to rise up again, But none
 of these folks
In their holy cloaks Ever took Billy
         F
 on as a friend
    F
For pity's a crime And it ain't 
worth a dime
                            Bb
To a person who's really in need
     Bb                       F
Just treat em the same As you would 
your own name
     C                             
Next time that your heart starts to
 F
 bleed