G Em C Cm G War made him a soldier, little Franky Mear G Em C Cm 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 Spent his time in a picture house, the little bombradier. Franky drank his money, the little that he made Told his woes to no man, friendless lonely days. Then one day in the ABC, four small eyes gazed longingly At the ice cream in the hand of the little bombradier. Chorus: Dm A Sunshine entered our Franky's days Dm A Gone his sorrows his hopeless maze A# 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 A# D A He bought them presents with every coin he made. Then two gentlemen called on him, asked him for his name Why was he friends with the children, were they just a game Leave them alone or we'll get sore, we've had blokes like you in this nation before The hand of authority said "no more" to the little bombradier. Packed his bags, his heart in pain, wiped a tear and caught a train 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. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# C Cm D Dm Em G Bm |