Clap Hands

Tom: Bm

Intro: Bm  G7  Bm (x2), Bm

Verse 1:

Bm
 Sane, sane, they're all insane,
Fireman's blind; the conductor is lame.
A Cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame,
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain.

Chorus 1:

     G7          Bm
Clap hands, clap hands.
     G7          Bm
Clap hands, clap hands.

Verse 2:

      Bm
Said; roar, roar, the thunder and the roar,
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more.
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole,
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal.

Chorus 2:

     G7          Bm
Clap hands, clap hands.
     G7          Bm
Clap hands, clap hands.

Bridge 1:

      G7              Bm
Said; steam, steam; a hundred bad dream,
G7                         Bm
 Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans.
  G7                         Bm
A fifty-dollar bill, iside a palladin's hat,
    G7
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at.

Verse 3:

Bm
 Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar,
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more.
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole,
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal.

Chorus 3:

     G7          Bm
Clap hands, clap hands.
     G7          Bm
Clap hands, clap hands.

Interlude:

Bm,
G7  Bm (x2), Bm

Bridge 2:

      G7              Bm
Said; steam, steam; a hundred bad dream,
G7                         Bm
 Going up to Harlem with a pistol in his jeans.
  G7                         Bm
A fifty-dollar bill, iside a palladin's hat,
    G7
And nobody's sure where Mr. Knickerbocker's at.

Verse 4:

Bm
 Shine, shine, a Roosevelt dime,
All the way to Baltimore and running out of time.
Salvation Army seemed to wind up in the hole,
They all went to Heaven in a little row boat.

Chorus 4:

     G7          Bm
Clap hands, clap hands.
     G7          Bm
Clap hands, clap hands.
     G7          Bm
Clap hands, clap hands.
     G7          Bm
Clap hands, clap hands.

(Repeat to Fade)