[ Предположительная тональность: G ] 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.
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