Roy Harper - You Dont Need Money

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Song name You Dont Need Money
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You Don’t Need Money		-	Roy Harper

All the verses use the same chord progression, but the last one ends on a hanging D chord. Enjoy.


D	  A	G	         D
Nobody’s got any money in the Summer,

D		                A
Oh dear me, What a terrible drag

D	  A	G	         D
I couldn’t get very much nummer than in Summer 

Bb		      A
Beseeching The Rent Man

Bb		      A
To Be Soft as he can
Dm						A
Cos  I’ve got a little money coming when I sell my M.B.E



All the folkie student population wearing rucksacks

Taking my meal ticket over the seas

Half the blasted idiots are stuck in Yugoslavia

With hardly a Dina

And looking no cleaner 

Than a Chinese wrestler’s jockstrap cooked in chip fat on a greasy day

Em7b5				Nat. harmonic 12 fret
Think What money can do for my tummy

Em7b5				Nat. harmonic 12 fret
Think my tummy can do for my mind

Em7b5				Nat. harmonic 12 fret
Think What a man can do for the world

Em7b5				Nat. harmonic 12 fret
For the Stars and infinity



Has anybody got any money for the strummer?

I won’t need much in my parasol shade

But I could have used  a million quid a year ago last summer

To grace the Bahamas			(With Al Stewart)

In see through pyjamas 			(With Al Stewart)

But never mind, I’m worth two buns, a sherbet and a liquorish root




Nobody’s got any money in the summer

Oh dear me, Stoned out my head in the park I’d say

But nobody needs any money in the summer

Except of course for storing