Bags Of Gold

B E B E

          B                  E
You are a regular brute of a man
                B                               E
You clench your nails and your knuckles in your hand
   B                              E
Oh come on take your shot for the proletariat
            B                            E
Where’s the knife in your pocked and the feather in your cap?

    F#                      E
Oh, I was very serious with books above my head
  F#                                 E
I couldn’t write but read them all before I went to bed
        B
Didn’t I?

        B      E
Bags of go-o-o-old
B      E
Go-o-o-old
B      E
Go-o-o-old
B      E
Go-o-o-old

          B                                E
There are plenty ways to get your gold for free
             B                            E
You hit your plunder at the bottom of the family tree
   B                                     E
No bite, no bark, break off a branch, it grows on all the leaves
             B                             E
And now it’s ripe for the picking for the other petty thieves

    F#                          E
Oh, I am so embarrassed and I’m slaving for a wage
     F#                           E
If I ever want a bag of gold, I’d have to wait an age
          B
Wouldn’t I?

        B      E
Bags of go-o-o-old
B      E
Go-o-o-old
B      E
Go-o-o-old
F#
Go-o-o-old, oh
        B
Bags of gold

E B E B
E B E B E

G#m                            F#
Cape a ball of comfort like no other will defend
    G#m                             F#
But I will keep on working for them all the time I can

        B      E
Bags of go-o-o-old
B      E
Go-o-o-old
B      E
Go-o-o-old
B      E    B
Go-o-o-old, oh

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