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The Blues
CHe's gonna tell you 'bout his Gdear old Fmother CBurned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass. He's gonna tell you 'bout his Gbaby Fbrother CHustlin' down the city streets and selling his ass for a dollar bag Am D G
He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy Locked up in a prison out in Oregon He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie Killed in a bar fight with a pair of marines and a sailor, Oh Chorus:
He's got the Cblues, this Amboy He's Fgot the blues You can Ghear it in his music He's Cgot the blues, this Amboy He's Fgot the blues You can Ghear it, you can hear it
Am /G# /G /F# When I was nine years old my daddy ran away
With a Gwoman he met on a Ctrain, oh Am /G# /G /F# His little boy ran to the room where his piano lay in wait for him He Gplayed and he played, he Cplayed and he played
Chorus A year ago, I met a girl I thought we'd hit a massive groove But she dumped me and all we'd hit were the blues Chorus by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com