Banks chords by Tim Wilson
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Verse 1
Banks (A flat major) is what's wrong
with this whole damn country.
And it ain't the tellers.
I'm just doing my job, sir.
I'm just doing my job.
Well, you're sucking at it, lady. I'll say that.
I bounced a 3 check.
Charged me 30 for a 3 check.
Now, if I ain't got 3,
I damn sure ain't got 33.
And don't take an accountant
to figure this up, you know.
And they'll send you that statement in the mail,
try to make you look bad in front
of your kids.
You're raising kids, you
ain't got 3?
They call it service charge.
Right, paying a teller's 5
an hour.
I'm sure it took her six hours
to work on my little 3 check.
Yeah, I'm just about to get off work,
this 3 check showing up.
I'll be here till (D minor) midnight.
(A flat major) I got a bank in Atlanta, Georgia
that charges you 3
to check the
balance in your savings account.
In other words, you walk in,
how much money have I got
in this account?
Ah, 300. Well, 297. How much? 294.
So theoretically, if I ask you another
98 times
how much money I got,
I ain't got no money to have money.
Banks don't even give out lollipops
at the drive -thru anymore.
Can't get a lollipop at a bank
drive -thru.
Hell, I grew up on bank candy.
I don't know about y 'all,
I put 100 in the bank, dammit.
I want a bag of Tootsie Roll.
How much money is we give these people?
We ought to have Whitman samplers
waiting on our...
Nothing on that cream
stuff either.
I want macadamia nuts in my drink.
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