Po Box 500
Eric BurdonVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
DEAR ROBERT, I heard you was back in the slammer, you should havn known better
than to try it a second time, in the state of Alabama. I'm gonna miss your
midnight shows, and miss your early mornin' tokes, your big buddha face smilin'
out across the ocean. You were a good thief, you taught me what to steal, I
guess you know by now how much I took from you for real. I'll give it all back
to you next parole for sure, and we can visit crazy Mary up in Camarillo.
DEAR ROBERT, I heard you was back under the hammer, should have known better
than to keep the badge you found from the police on the beach last summer,
but while you're freshly shaved and down in weight we'll take that Cevrolet and
blaze all the way down to Mexico, we'll find that long lost valley we talked
about so much, we'll disappear in smoke, then we'll emerge from the desert
dust, and enter that golden city, with restaurants, running water, and women oh
so pretty.
my version)
DEAR ROBERT, when they took you last time I remember, the police light show was
bright like the 4th. of July, right in the middle of December, as I strolled by
your place, unnoticed in the crowd, who stood by in the red lights as they took
you down. As you got into the police car, chrome bracelets on your wrist, wich
everybody knows can be painful with just a twist, but you just smiled at
everybody, the police knew for sure this was not their territory.
P.S. Robert I found the supermarket bag you left me, I'll smoke a little every
day, and as the smoke clears away, you come right back into my memory, yea,
Robert, you should have known better.
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Readable chord sheet for Po Box 500 by Eric Burdon
[G] [Em] [D] [C] [Bm] [F] [Am] DEAR [G]ROBERT, I heard you was back in the slammer, you [Em]should havn known better than to [D]try it a second [C]time, in the state of [G]Alabama. I'm gonna [C]miss your midnight shows, and [G]miss your early mornin' tokes, [C]your big buddha face smilin' [F]out [C]across the [G]ocean. You were a [C]good thief, you taught me what to [G]steal, I [Em]guess you know by [G]now how much [C]I took from you for[G] real. [C]I'll give it all back to you ne[G]xt parole for sure, and we can [Em]visit crazy Mary up in Cam[D]arillo. [G]DEAR ROBERT, I heard you was back under the hammer, [Em]should have known better than to [D]keep the badge you [C]found from the police on the beach last[G] summer, but while you're [Dm]freshly shaved and [Am]down in weight we'll [G]take that Cevrolet and blaze all the way down to [F]Mexico, [Dm]we'll find that long lost valley we talked [Am]about so much, we[G]'ll disappear in smoke, then we'll emerge from the desert dust, and enter that [F]gol[C]den c[G]ity, with restaurants, running[F] water, and [C]women oh so [D]pretty. my version) [G] [G] [G] [G] [Em] [Em] [G] [C] [D] [C] [G] [G] [C] [C] [D] [Em] [D] [C] [Bm] [C] [D] [D] [G]DEAR ROBERT, when they took you last time I remember, [Em]the police light show was [D]bright like the 4th. of [C]July, right in the middle of D[G]ecember, as I [Dm]strolled by your place, un[Am]noticed in the crowd, who [G]stood by in the red lights as they took you d[F]own. As you got [Dm]into the police car, chrome b[Am]racelets on your wrist, wich [G]everybody knows can be painful with just a twist, but you just [F]sm[C]iled at every[G]body, the police knew for[F] sure this was [C]not their terri[D]tory. P.S. [G]Robert I found the supermarket bag you left me, I'll [Em]smoke a little every [D]day, and as the smoke clears [C]away, you come right back into my [G]memory, yea, Robert, you should have known better.