D5.15 a.m., snow laying all around
GA collier cycles home, from his night shift undeDrground
APast the silent pub, primary school, workingmens club
EmOn the road from the pithead,
The churchyard Gpacked with miningD dead
DThen beneath the bridge, he comes to a giant car
A Gshroud of snow upon the roof, a mark ten jDaguar
AHe thought the man was fast asleep, silent, still and deep
EmBoth dead and cold, shotG through with bulleDt holes
BmThe one armed bandit man
DCame up from cockneyland
BmPut your money in, pull the levers, watch them spin
DCash cows in all the pubs
ANineteen sixty-seven
BmLa dolce vita, sixty-nine
GAll new to people of the tyne
D A
DWho knows who did what, somebody made a call
They Gsaid his hands, were in the pot
That he'd been skimming Dhauls
AHe picks up the swag, they gaily gave away
EmDrives his giant jag, offG to his big paDy day
BmThe bandit man, came north to fill his boots
DCame up from cockneyland, E-type jags and flashy suits
BmThe bandit man, came up the great north road
DUp to geordieland, to mine, the mother lode
A...
DSeams blew up or cracked, black diamonds came hard won
GGenerations toiled and hacked
For a pittance and black Dlung
ACrushed by tub or stone, together, and alone
EmHow the young and old, paid theG price oDf coal
AEighteen sixty-seven
BmHe'll be happy there
GSunlight and sweet clean air
D A
DThey gather round the glass, tough hewers and crutters
BmChild trappers and putters
The little foals Gand halfA-marrows
EmWho pushed
And pulled the Abarrows
EmThe hod boys
And the Grolleywaymen
D5.15 a.m.