Tom: B
B E B E
[Verse 1]
B E
You are a regular brute of a man
B E
You clench your nails and your knuckles in your hand
B E
Oh come on take your shot for the proletariat
B E
Where’s the knife in your pocked and the feather in your cap?
[Pre Chorus]
F# E
Oh, I was very serious with books above my head
F# E
I couldn’t write but read them all before I went to bed
B
Didn’t I?
[Chorus]
B E
Bags of go-o-o-old
B E
Go-o-o-old
B E
Go-o-o-old
B E
Go-o-o-old
[Verse 2]
B E
There are plenty ways to get your gold for free
B E
You hit your plunder at the bottom of the family tree
B E
No bite, no bark, break off a branch, it grows on all the leaves
B E
And now it’s ripe for the picking for the other petty thieves
[Pre Chorus]
F# E
Oh, I am so embarrassed and I’m slaving for a wage
F# E
If I ever want a bag of gold, I’d have to wait an age
B
Wouldn’t I?
[Chorus]
B E
Bags of go-o-o-old
B E
Go-o-o-old
B E
Go-o-o-old
F#
Go-o-o-old, oh
B
Bags of gold
[Instrumental]
E B E B
E B E B E
[Bridge]
G#m F#
Cape a ball of comfort like no other will defend
G#m F#
But I will keep on working for them all the time I can
[Chorus]
B E
Bags of go-o-o-old
B E
Go-o-o-old
B E
Go-o-o-old
B E B
Go-o-o-old, oh
