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
C
I thought for sure my plan would fail and I would end up in jail
F
But much to my surprise she complied with a smile
C
So I stepped up to the sunny city street and I realized
F
That my getaway driver got away without me
C
So I'd have to walk home, all alone on my own,
F
With this big gym bag full of money that I stole
F G
And the streets were filled with cops and thugs
C F
So I couldn't let on how happy I was
F G
I couldn't let em know what I had done
C F C F
I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run
C
I wanted to run
C
See, at the time I was running low on hope
F
I was at the end of the end of the end of my rope
C
And I was down on my luck, so I couldn't give a fuck,
F
Something made me think I should try to rob a bank
C
And maybe then my face would finally be in the paper
F
The reporter would mention that I was a singer
C
And the people would want to hear my troubled songs
F
They'd send me letters in jail tellin' me how they liked them
F G
And I wouldn't worry about bein' set free
C F
It'd be enough knowin' that people listened to me sing
F G
And on the day I was eventually released
C F C F
There'd be so many people waitin' out there to meet me
C
To meet me
C
Well that was autumn and I walked through the winter
F
Now it's spring, no, it's nearly summer
C
And my feet are tired and my hands are so cold
F
But I'm almost home, just a few blocks to go
C
But what awaits me there? I do not know
F
Will there be FBI guys waiting at my door?
C
Or will the coast be clear? When I finally make it there
F
After all of this walkin' I don't know if I care
F G
But it would be so nice
C F
to open up the door and to step inside
F G
To throw this bag down on the floor
C F
And not have to worry about it anymore
F G
And I would feed the cat and I would check the mail
C F
Call up all of my friends and let em know I'm not in jail
F G
Tell 'em sometimes it's worth all the chances you take
C F C F
And start thinkin' about all the smoothies that I'm gonna make
C F C F C
That I'm gonna make
