A             D               E           A          
Stick up your hands  you must stand and deliver   my 
          D         E               A
stomach's empty  my clothes are all torn
          D             E            A                
Open your hearts to the joys of the giver   only your 
D           E        G
pockets are terribly worn
A         D          E         A                      
This is a holdup  no way to mistake it   we're men of 
D            E           A
violence  so don't fool around
            D            E         A                 
If you have money  we're goin'  to take it   you try 
    D               E        G
and stop us  you'll end underground

[Chorus]

D                              Bm
When we get your money   we'll ride towards the sunset
F#m                                     G     A
   At Rosa’s Canteen  we'll stop by the door
D                                 Bm
We'll spend all your money   just gettin' the nose wet
F#m                                     G     E
   Tomorrow evenin'   we'll be back for more

[Verse]

A              D            E               A        
So hand us the money  don't stand there and shiver   
            D            E           A
tax time is comin'  give alms to the poor
              D            E                 A       
Or I’ll put a bullet right through your best liver   
            D          E        G
wealth is disease  and I am the cure

[Instrumental  Verse]

[Chorus]

D                              Bm
When we get your money   we'll ride towards the sunset
F#m                                     G     A
   At Rosa’s Canteen  we'll stop by the door
D                                 Bm
We'll spend all your money   just gettin' the nose wet
F#m                                     G     E
   Tomorrow evenin'   we'll be back for more

[Verse]

A              D            E               A        
So hand us the money  don't stand there and shiver   
            D            E           A
tax time is comin'  give alms to the poor
              D            E                 A       
Or I’ll put a bullet right through your best liver   
            D          E        G
wealth is disease  and I am the cure