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Ghost Blues chords Loudon Wainwright III (album version) A E 4x
AMy Old Edog Amisses me Eso ATo the beach or the Edog park, B7he don t want to Ego No, he Alies there Ewaiting at the Afoot of my Ebed Because he Aknows I m right Ethere even B7though I m Edead
AYou late Ehusband, Athat would be Eme I ve been Agone so Elong I m just a B7faint memoEry I ve been disAparaged in Epassing by your Afriends late at Enight AI blew out the Ecandles on em, B7it served em Eright
The Aday that I Edied, I Aknew I was Etoast Next day I was Ahanging out with B7Marley s Eghost AHelp this Efather, he s a Afriend of Emine B7That old Cain can t keep from crying
At my Amemorial Eservice there was Aquite a turnEout ASome stayed aEway, hey, what was B7that all aEbout? Tell me, didn t she Alove meE, didn t he Acare? Nobody Esaw me out B7I was right Ethere (I was doing a head count)
A E A E A E B7 E
Now I m Aout of the Epicture, yeah, I m Aoff of the Ehook Just a Achuck of Etime, that was B7all that it Etook Was it a Ashot from a Egun, a Aslip of a Eknife? AI don t know what Ekilled me, Lord, it B7might have been Elife
I Ahad a few Echildren,A wrote a few Esongs I got Asome of it Eright and a B7lot of it Ewrong I Abought a few Ehouses, a few Aboats, a few Ecars B7Being a ghost you might as well be on Mars
Cause you re so far off A E A E A E B7 E
ABeing a Eghost is, Ayou re just in beEtween AEach and Eevery day of the year is B7HalloEween, yeah You re Ahanging aEround but you re not Areally Ethere You re Ahovering Eover your own B7old easy cEhair
Lord, I was Ahoping for Eheaven, that Awould ve been Eswell Cause Abeing a Eghost, Lord, it s just like B7being in Ehell You re Ahungry and you re Etired and you Acan t get no Erest An though I d Asettle for Eheaven, oB7blivion would be Ebest
I ve been Aflying aEround Arattling Echains Appearing in Amirrors just to B7make you inEsane Making those Anoises in your Ehouse late at night, yeah B7I got to haunt you even though it ain t right
AMy Old Edog Amisses me Eso ATo the beach or the Edog park, B7he don t want to Ego No, he Alies there Ewaiting at the Afoot of my Ebed Because he Aknows I m right Ethere even B7though I m Edead . . .
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