Intro:
   D    Gbm D
   Gbm

Verse 1:
D                                                    Gbm
This place don't smell like Winston's and whiskey no more.
D                                                                    Gbm
The feet don’t creep and creak the hard oak of a hard morning's floor
    D                                                     Gbm
And Grandmas old garden ain't what it used to be. There's rats on tomato's,and holes in the leaves.
E                                                     D
Fell in the yard where Grandad parked his car, before driving us to drive-Inns and breaking our hearts.
     D                    D
Them quarters quit coming.

That engine quit running.
     Gbm
That truck just stays sitting, with six kids in the kitchen
E                                               D
Even though he was well trained, well read, and worked hard.

Chorus:
    D                A
The robot killed the workin man,
         E                     Gbm
Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands.
D                     A
Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land.
E                         Gbm
Replaced a good book with machines in their hands.
    D                A
And sooner or later, more soon than not.
     E                       Gbm
Them home grown tomatoes all ripen and rot.
     D                      A                 E                        Gbm
With no rhyme or reason, no helping hand. The day the robot killed the working man.

Instrumental:
   D  A  E  Gbm
   D  A  E  E

Verse 2:
         D                                                      Gbm
And this place don’t look like what it looked like when I was a kid.
D                                        Gbm
Can’t you see what a giant step for humanity did?
    D                                              Gbm
And all of them callouses for palaces built in the sky boy
     E                                                D
mean nothing to the machine on the day the workin man dies boy.

Chorus:
    D                A
The robot killed the workin man,
         E                     Gbm
Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands.
D                     A
Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land.
E                         Gbm
Replaced a good book with machines in their hands.
    D                A
And sooner or later, more soon than not.
     E                       Gbm
Them home grown tomatoes all ripen and rot.
     D                      A                     E                        Gbm
With no rhyme or reason, no protest or stand. The day the robot killed the working man.

Instrumental:
   D  A  E  Gbm
   D  A  E  E

Verse 3:
    D                                           Gbm
And brick by brick them Mullen boy's built this town.
    D                                            Gbm
And brick by brick them xxxxxxxx keep tearing me down.
           D                                          Gbm
There's no one to be angry at everytime a working man falls.
E                                                      D
Just more ads for gambling and more ads for more of it all.

Chorus:
    D                A
The robot killed the workin man,
E                        Gbm
Took the nail and hammer right out of his hands.
D                     A
Sealed up the coffin, sold off the land.
E                         Gbm
Replaced a good book with machines in their hands.
    D                A
And sooner or later, more soon than not.
     E                       Gbm
Them home grown tomatoes all ripen and rot.
     D                      A                 E
With no rhyme or reason, no helping hand. The day the robot killed the working man.
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