David Bowie

Little Bombadier

 

 

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Date: Sat, 21 Mar 1998 22:33:46 -0800 (PST)

From: toomey

Subject: CRD: b/bowie_david/little_bombradier.crd

 

I am going through my collection of Bowie songs (i.e. Every one in

existence) and putting them all down. If anyone wants one in particular,

e-mail me and I'll do it next. (toomey@sos.net)

 

This little ditty is off of my "London Boy" compilation (a nice 18 song

import album, a good purchase for any Bowie fan). It's called "Little

Bombradier"

 

Bm Cm C D G

 

G Em C D G

War made him a soldier, little Franky Mear

G Em C D G

Peace left him a loser, the little bombradier.

Em C D G

Lines of worry appeared with age, unskilled hands that knew no trade

Bm Cm C D G (C Cm G)

Spent his time in a picture(?) house, the little bombradier.

 

G Em C D G

Franky drank his money, the little that he made

G Em C D G

Told his woes to no man, friendless lonely days.

Em C D G

Then one day in the ABC, four small eyes gazed longingly

Bm Cm C D G

At the ice cream in the hand of the little bombradier.

 

Dm A Dm A

 

Dm A

Sunshine entered our Franky's days

Dm A

Gone his sorrows his hopeless maze

Bb D A

His life was fun and his heart was full of joy

Dm A

Two young children had changed his his aims,

Dm A

He bought the toffees and played their games

Bb D A

He bought them presents with every coin he made.

 

G Em C D G G Em C D G Em C D G Bm Cm C D G

 

G Em C D G

Then two gentlemen called on him, asked him for his name

G Em C D G

Why was he friends with the children, were they just a game

Em C D G

Leave them alone or we'll get sore, we've had blokes like you in this nation

before

Bm Cm C D G

The hand of authority said "no more" to the little bombradier.

Em C D G

Packed his bags, his heart in pain, wiped a tear and caught a train

Bm Cm C D G

Not to be seen in this town again, the little bombradier.

 

There are a few chords at the end that I can't figure out because everyone is asleep in my house so I can't use the piano to figure out all those suspensions and augmentations, or whatever they turn out to be. Will send the correction as soon as I work it out.