The Traveling Wilburys ? Tweeter and the Monkey Man

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Riff 1  D D  Am  Riff 1 D D  Am

Am				  G
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
      F				   Am
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
				 G
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
     F                       Am
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man.


Am				     G
Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
     F                         Am
And found out the hard way, nobody gives a damn
                                        G
They knew that they found freedom just across that Jersey line
         F                             Am
So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99



Am                        Em
And the walls came down   All the way to hell
      Dm
Never saw them when their standing
       Am
Never saw them when they fell

riff 1, then D D Am


Am                        G
The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
F                                   Am
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
                                  G
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
         F                                      Am
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill


Am                          G
It was out on thunder road Tweeter at the wheel
F                                     Am
They crashed into paradise you could hear them tires squeal
                                   G
The undercover cop pulled up said Everyone of you is a liar
        F                           Am
If you dont surrender now its gonna go down to the wire



Am                        Em
And the walls came down   All the way to hell
      Dm
Never saw them when they're standing
       Am
Never saw them when they fell

riff 2



Am                              G
An ambulance rolled up a state trooper close behind
F                              Am
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
                                 G
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
F                                    Am
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory
                                G
Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit
F                                    
He was taking the whole thing personally
           Am
He didn't care about the loot
                                    G
Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
    F                                              Am
In Jersey anythings legal as long as you dont get caught



Am                        Em
And the walls came down   All the way to hell
      Dm
Never saw them when they're standing
       Am
Never saw them when they fell

riff 1, then D D Am

Am                              G
Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas
F                                         Am
The undercover cop had cornered them said Boy 

you didn't think that this could last
                                     G
Jan jumped out of bed said There's someplace I gotta go
     F                                          Am
She took a gun out of the drawer and said It's best if you don't know

 
Am                                 G
The undercover cop was found face down in a field
F                                       Am
The Monkey Man on the river bank using Tweeter as a shield
                                    G
Jan said to the Monkey Man I'm not fooled by Tweeters curl
   F                             Am
I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl



Am                        Em
And the walls came down.. All the way to hell..
      Dm
Never saw them when they're standing
       Am
Never saw them when they fell


riff 1, then D D Am

Am                              G
Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
     F                          Am
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
                                G
The TV set been blown up, every bit of it is gone
      F                                    Am
Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on


Am                              G
I guess I'll go to florida and get myself some sun
       F                              Am
There ain't no more opportunity here everythings been done
                                  G
Sometime I think of Tweeter, some time I think of Jan
                                    Am
Sometime I think of nothing but the Monkey Man



Am                        Em
And the walls came down.. All the way to hell..
      Dm
Never saw them when they're standing
       Am
Never saw them when they fell
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