Poor Mans Son

Am C Am C Advert hangs upon the wall "workers needed apply below", F Am F Dm You don't need a job if you've got a gun and there's a bank across the Am road, Am C My Ma hangs around my neck, Am C I point the pistol and tell the clerk, F Am I'm not a bad man I'm just a poor man's son, F Dm Am So give me the money and nobody gets hurt, Am C The deputy sheriff points his gun at me, Am C You'll never learn will you McGee, F Am I'm starting to think that you like that cell, F Dm Am And you can't wait to go to hell, C F C Hey, Ma it's me and I'm not married yet, F C I'm sorry I'm going away again for another five year stretch, F Am I'll make good someday you wait and see, F Dm Am I love you Ma, say hi to Billy. (Repeat last verse) F Dm Am I love you Ma say hi to Billy.