Jerry Was A Clerk

B               F#                     Em
Me and a couple friends, we had a big idea
              C                              A
About getting money and getting out of here
                  Em                  C
We were wide-eyed dreamers of wealth
B               F#                  Em
We were getting tired of killing time
               C                       A
Filling up our heads with cheap wine
                   Em                C
Jerry had a van so we could make our escape

    C          A7sus4            A7
He would say, ‘boys our time has come
   F              Em               Em7        C
To live among the privileged ones'

Am Am7  C  Am

B                  F#                      Em
Now it was Jerry’s plan but we all agreed
              C                              A
Skip town and split the money up evenly
                 Em                    C
Lay low ’til the winter rolled in
B                      F#                        Em
He said ‘I know an old farmer doesn't trust the bank
                       C                         A
Keeps his money buried out behind his water tank
                            Em                C
He told me once when he was out of his mind’

     C       A7sus4   A7
Oh, boys our time has come
   F              Em               Em7        C
To live among the privileged ones

Am Am7  C  Am

B              F#                     Em
Now Jerry had a girl, the only one of us
               C                           A
To ever have one last and so no questions asked
                    Em              C
She’d be the fourth one involved
B                F#                      Em
Her name was Mary-Anne and she was nice enough
               C            A
Always a cashier, only once in love
               Em                      C
With Jerry - the dreamer and the clerk

           C        A7sus4   A7
Who said, ‘boys our time has come
   F              Em               Em7        C
To live among the privileged ones’

Am Am7  C  Am x2

B                F#                     Em
So on that Friday night on which we all agreed
          C                     A
We took our shovels and crept out carefully
             Em                          C
Through the farmyard darker than sin
B            F#                    Em
The plan went off without a hitch
                         C                A
’Til we passed the chicken coop and Mary tripped
                   Em                        C
Turned the hens to sirens in the night

             C         A7sus4         A7
And when the farmhouse lights turned on
        F         Em     Em7        C
A warning shot rang out into the dawn

       Am                      C
And we ran like hell for Jerry’s van
    Am                           C
But when we arrived we were only three
           Am                          C
And while Jerry’s greed fed gas to the engine
     Am                               C
His words showed us a coward we’d never seen

            C        A7sus4    A7
As he said ‘Boys our time has come
              F                               Em
We're gonna save ourselves and live among the privileged ones'

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