Loudon Wainwright III - Ghost blues
Autoscroll
1 Column
Text size
Transpose 0
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 . . .
Set8