simple as hell song. all you need is a capo and an ounce of talent (second ingredient is debatable). all chords are relative to the capo so when it says C make a C shape. its technically an F# but you can just pretend. capo on 6th fret. C So I walked into the bank and I gave the teller a note.It said, F Fill this bag up with cash or I'm gonna slit your throat C I thought for sure my plan would fail and I would end up in jail F But much to my surprise she complied with a smile C So I stepped up to the sunny city street and I realized F That my getaway driver got away without me C So I'd have to walk home, all alone on my own, F With this big gym bag full of money that I stole F G And the streets were filled with cops and thugs C F So I couldn't let on how happy I was F G I couldn't let em know what I had done C F C F I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run C I wanted to run C See, at the time I was running low on hope F I was at the end of the end of the end of my rope C And I was down on my luck, so I couldn't give a fuck, F Something made me think I should try to rob a bank C And maybe then my face would finally be in the paper F The reporter would mention that I was a singer C And the people would want to hear my troubled songs F They'd send me letters in jail tellin' me how they liked them F G And I wouldn't worry about bein' set free C F It'd be enough knowin' that people listened to me sing F G And on the day I was eventually released C F CF There'd be so many people waitin' out there to meet me C To meet me C Well that was autumn and I walked through the winter F Now it's spring, no, it's nearly summer C And my feet are tired and my hands are so cold F But I'm almost home, just a few blocks to go C But what awaits me there? I do not know F Will there be FBI guys waiting at my door? C Or will the coast be clear? When I finally make it there F After all of this walkin' I don't know if I care F G But it would be so nice C F to open up the door and to step inside F G To throw this bag down on the floor C F And not have to worry about it anymore F G And I would feed the cat and I would check the mail C F Call up all of my friends and let em know I'm not in jail F G Tell 'em sometimes it's worth all the chances you take C F C F And start thinkin' about all the smoothies that I'm gonna make C C That I'm gonna make