Jail Guitar Doors

E  A  E (x3)
E  A

        E                            B
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
    A
A little more every day
E                             G#m
Holding for a friend till the band do well
           B                E
Then the D.E.A. locked him away

E                    A           E
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
E                   A            E                      
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
E                   A              E
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
E                    A
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

          E                           B
And I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame
 A
Gave all his money away
                E                        G#m
"Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son"
             B               E
And so they certified him insane

E                    A           E
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
E                   A            E                      
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
E                   A              E
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
E                    A
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

E  A  E (x3)
E  A

      E                   B
And then there's Keith, waiting for trial
  A
Twenty-five thousand bail
   E                      G#m
If he goes down you won't hear his sound
          B                 E
But his friends carry on anyway, fuck 'em!

E                    A           E
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
E                   A            E                      
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
E                   A              E
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
E                    A
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

E  A  (x8)

              E    A   (x7)     
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              E    Am   A   E
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