Intro 
Bm D A 
Bm D G 

Verse 
Bm      D        A              A                        Bm         D            G 
The air that I’m breathing and everybody I’m seeing too, is growing thin like an interview. 
Bm      D        A              A                        Bm         D            G 
Work is getting slower. Money getting lower too.  My blood is red but it once was blue. 
A                                               A 
So how I’m supposed to know when to move along? Probably when the gold is gone. 


[Refrão]
 
Bm                   G                   D 
Mister could you go and spare some change? 
                    A               Bm 
The storm is brewing and it’s gonna rage. 
             D                 G 
All I wanna do is pull my weight. 
Bm                   G           D 
I’m down and out but I got a plan. 
                  A               Bm 
I’m out of work but I’m still a man. 
           D                     G 
You and me are in the same damn place. 

Verse 
Bm      D           A              A               Bm                    D            G 
Days I can’t remember. Was it June or September oh? It’s kinda hard cause I ought to know. 
Bm                 D                         A                                    Bm              D 
And in the streets yeah they're all the same. I see a face but I can’t name names. Smile and nod then 
           G 
I walk away. 
A                                               A 
So how I’m supposed to know when to move along? Probably when the gold is gone. 


[Refrão]
 
Bm                   G                   D 
Mister could you go and spare some change? 
                    A               Bm 
The storm is brewing and it’s gonna rage. 
             D                 G 
All I wanna do is pull my weight. 
Bm                   G           D 
I’m down and out but I got a plan. 
                  A               Bm 
I’m out of work but I’m still a man. 
           D                     G 
You and me are in the same damn place. 

Verse 
Bm            D           A              A           Bm               D               G 
The darker days behind me. Trouble gonna find me soon. I wander off try to write a tune. 
Bm      D           A              A             Bm                    D              G 
People gonna listen. The money gonna glisten too. With all that bread what we gonna do? 
A                                               A 
So how am I supposed to know when to move along? probably when the gold is gone. 


[Refrão]

Bm                   G                   D 
Mister could you go and spare some change? 
                    A               Bm 
The storm is brewing and it’s gonna rage. 
             D                 G 
All I wanna do is pull my weight. 
Bm                   G           D 
I’m down and out but I got a plan. 
                  A               Bm 
I’m out of work but I’m still a man. 
           D                     G 
You and me are in the same damn place.