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From: WAGMG@aol.com Date: Fri, 7 Nov 1997 19:32:15 -0500 (EST) Subject: crd: "Loser's Samba" by Martin Mull "Loser's Samba" (M.Mull) Verse 1: Em9 Oh wow, how did I get so strung out,
There was aG13 time I was young and hung out There neverCmaj7 was a party that you didn't find Marty, On FridaA#6/9y night - Saturday night. But now my stomachDm9 measures a mile, It tG13akes a bottle juG#13st toA13 makG7e me smile. AnFd my friends G7are saying "Jesus Christ he's such a bore, He don'Ct take doG7pe or even talk about the war." I just taDm7ke a liG7ttle drink another little drink, And thenCmaj7 I have me justG7 another drink more. And whenDm7 I wake up in the morning =
Good God myG7 kidneEm7ys aG7re sore, CuDm7z the bag Fm9I'm in iFm7s jusCmaj7t a pacG7kage from my package store.
verse2: Oh wow, how did I get so messed up? It seems like yesterday I was young and hung out. The minute that I woke up I'd go and do some coke up I was feeling high - what a guy. And now I watch my color tv, Let Johnny Carson make a fool of me. And my friends aint been around in a year or more. They're off somewhere together making posters for the war. And so I sit at home and drink another little drink, and then I have me just a couple "hic" more. And when I wake up in the morning Good God some mornings I'm sore, Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store. Solo Verse 3: Oh wow how did I get so bent out It seems like yesterday I was young and went out. Making all my money being high and being funny- I was on a trip - Like Mister Super Hip. And now that easy money's all spent, I got a crummy job just to pay the rent. And the thing that broke inside me it aint going away. I got to call the boss and say I won't be in today. I'm going to sit at home and drink another little drink, if I drink enough I'll feel Okay. And once more, I'm gonna wake up in the morning = feeling oh oh so sore, Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store.