simple as hell song. all you need is a capo and an ounce of talent (second
ingredient is debatable). all chords are relative to the capo so when it says C
make a C shape. its technically an F# but you can just pretend.
capo on 6th fret.
[C]So I walked into the bank and I gave the teller a note.It said,
[F]Fill this bag up with cash or I'm gonna slit your throat
I thought[C] for sure my plan would fail and I would end up in jail
[F]But much to my surprise she complied with a smile
So I [C]stepped up to the sunny city street and I realized
That my [F]getaway driver got away without me
[C]So I'd have to walk home, all alone on my own,
With this [F]big gym bag full of money that I stole
[F]And the streets were filled with [G]cops and thugs
So I [C]couldn't let on how [F]happy I was
[F]I couldn't let em know [G]what I had done
I had to[C] walk real slow even [F]though I wanted to [C]run[F]
I wanted to [C]run
[C]See, at the time I was running low on hope
I was at the [F]end of the end of the end of my rope
And I was [C]down on my luck, so I couldn't give a fuck,
Something[F] made me think I should try to rob a bank
And maybe [C]then my face would finally be in the paper
The report[F]er would mention that I was a singer
And t[C]he people would want to hear my troubled songs
They'd send me [F]letters in jail tellin' me how they liked them
[F]And I wouldn't worry about [G]bein' set free
It'd [C]be enough knowin' that people [F]listened to me sing
[F]And on the day I was eve[G]ntually released
[C]There'd be so many people wa[F]itin' out there to meet m[C]e[F]
To meet m[C]e
[C]Well that was autumn and I walked through the winter
[F]Now it's spring, no, it's nearly summer
And [C]my feet are tired and my hands are so cold
But I'm[F] almost home, just a few blocks to go
But [C]what awaits me there? I do not know
Will there be [F]FBI guys waiting at my door?
Or[C] will the coast be clear? When I finally make it there
After [F]all of this walkin' I don't know if I care
[F]But it would be so [G]nice
to [C]open up the door and to s[F]tep inside
[F]To throw this bag down [G]on the floor
And[C] not have to worry ab[F]out it anymore
[F]And I would feed the cat and I wo[G]uld check the mail
Call up [C]all of my friends and let em [F]know I'm not in jail
[F]Tell 'em sometimes it's worth [G]all the chances you take
And start thi[C]nkin' about all the sm[F]oothies that I'm gonna m[C]ake[F]
That [C]I'm gonna make[F][C][F][C]
ingredient is debatable). all chords are relative to the capo so when it says C
make a C shape. its technically an F# but you can just pretend.
capo on 6th fret.
[C]So I walked into the bank and I gave the teller a note.It said,
[F]Fill this bag up with cash or I'm gonna slit your throat
I thought[C] for sure my plan would fail and I would end up in jail
[F]But much to my surprise she complied with a smile
So I [C]stepped up to the sunny city street and I realized
That my [F]getaway driver got away without me
[C]So I'd have to walk home, all alone on my own,
With this [F]big gym bag full of money that I stole
[F]And the streets were filled with [G]cops and thugs
So I [C]couldn't let on how [F]happy I was
[F]I couldn't let em know [G]what I had done
I had to[C] walk real slow even [F]though I wanted to [C]run[F]
I wanted to [C]run
[C]See, at the time I was running low on hope
I was at the [F]end of the end of the end of my rope
And I was [C]down on my luck, so I couldn't give a fuck,
Something[F] made me think I should try to rob a bank
And maybe [C]then my face would finally be in the paper
The report[F]er would mention that I was a singer
And t[C]he people would want to hear my troubled songs
They'd send me [F]letters in jail tellin' me how they liked them
[F]And I wouldn't worry about [G]bein' set free
It'd [C]be enough knowin' that people [F]listened to me sing
[F]And on the day I was eve[G]ntually released
[C]There'd be so many people wa[F]itin' out there to meet m[C]e[F]
To meet m[C]e
[C]Well that was autumn and I walked through the winter
[F]Now it's spring, no, it's nearly summer
And [C]my feet are tired and my hands are so cold
But I'm[F] almost home, just a few blocks to go
But [C]what awaits me there? I do not know
Will there be [F]FBI guys waiting at my door?
Or[C] will the coast be clear? When I finally make it there
After [F]all of this walkin' I don't know if I care
[F]But it would be so [G]nice
to [C]open up the door and to s[F]tep inside
[F]To throw this bag down [G]on the floor
And[C] not have to worry ab[F]out it anymore
[F]And I would feed the cat and I wo[G]uld check the mail
Call up [C]all of my friends and let em [F]know I'm not in jail
[F]Tell 'em sometimes it's worth [G]all the chances you take
And start thi[C]nkin' about all the sm[F]oothies that I'm gonna m[C]ake[F]
That [C]I'm gonna make[F][C][F][C]
