Sam Bush - Transcendental meditation blues

I^Gn my hu^Frry, I^Am can ever seem to ge^Dt nowhere^G W^Ghen I pla^Fy it o^Amut Close my eyes and I am h^Dalfway the^Gre A^Gll I ca^Frry i^Ams this remedy to se^Dek you again^{G G}So I'm se^Fnding out this ^Amsignal that I'm traveling to As fa^Dst as I ca^Gn

^EmTo the cr^Dowded st^Cation ga^Gte ^EmA month of ^DSundays just to^C make it th^Grough ^EmAnother wi^Dndow in this ^Cterminal wa^Git ^CThere ain't no easy w^Gay to pay these ^Amdues ^GSave for these t^Franscendental m^Ceditation ^Gblues

I^G don't ^Fworry ^Amthe old black man beside me has got a s^Dmile on his f^Gace I^G know I^F'm weary now^Am, I know that this old greyhound Bus has^D seen better day^Gs

^EmDamnedest^D dixie h^Cighway r^Gun ^EmOld dead ^Ddog in t^Chese tri^Gsco shoes ^EmA dollar ^Dshort an^Cd the sa^Gme old song ^CThere ain't no better^G way to send the^Am news ^GSo I sing these ^FTranscendental ^CMeditation^G Blues

^EmWhen I'm b^Croke down ^Gare you wait^Ding? ^EmAre you wa^Citing with t^Ghe porch light ^Don ^EmDo you won^Cder will I ^Galways just be^D too long gon^Ce ^EmThe river is ^Dwide and the ^Cvalley l^Gow ^EmMiles to go^G and mounta^Cins to m^Gove

^EmBended li^Dfe for my o^Cnly on^Ge Through the^C brambles and th^Ge broken a^Amvenues ^G For these t^Franscendental med^Citation b^Glues