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I play this with a Hohner Special 20 in Bb; cross-harp between verses.
FI spent my whole life making somebody rich, I Bbbusted my a-- for that Cson-of-a-b----, and he
Fleft me to Cdie like a Bbdog in a ditch and Ftold me I'mC all used uFp. He
Bbused up my labor, he Fused up my time, He Bbplundered my body anCd squandered my mind and
Fgave me a peCnsion of hBbandouts and wine and Ftold me I'm Call used Fup.
(Repeat pattern for all verses) They use up the oil, they use up the trees, they use up the air, and they use up the sea, Well how about you friend and how about me? What's left when we're all used up? I'll finish my life in this crummy hotel. It's lousy with bugs, and my God, what a smell! But my plumbing still works and I'm clear as a bell. Don't tell me I'm all used up! And there's songs and there's laughter and things I can do, and all that I've learned I can give back to you, I'd give my last breath just to make it come true, No, I'm not all used up. They use up the oil and they use up the trees, They use up the air and they use up the sea, Well, how about you friend, and how about me? What's left when we're all used up?