"Ten Cent Blues"
A#apo 1st fret. G, Am, C
F
Dear orthodox,
Gm
I can't control my feelings,
A#
And who hit me?
Gm
I just might be
A#
Coming round the bush
A# Gm
And my stilts, they began cracking
A#
Subsequently pushed
F
And I looked to see that it was she
Gm
Just some abandoned little crook like me
A# Gm
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well
A#
This was the ending, please
F Gm
Oh, whoa...
A# Gm
I was attached on bended knee
A#
But I declined my leave
F
But who could blame
Gm
G fraction of her being?
A# Gm
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
A#
With her uncanny styling
A# Gm
I'm teasing, she is pleasing
A#
She just has no wit
F
And I'm sorry I don't have her face
Gm
And I'm probably gonna lose this race
A# Gm
There is no doubt she's such a mouse
A#
With such an abstract grace
F Gm
Oh, whoa...
A# Gm
There is no cure, I am sure
A#
For these ten cent blues
F
And then she chose to dissect me
Gm
And I was casted into poverty
A# Gm
But I did not agree with her
A#
She said, "Now, you've got nerve,"
A# F
But I don't care if I'm granted
Gm
For all these things
A# Gm
If I were one among this crowd
A#
Would you call that defeat?
F Gm
In a way it's making me crazy
F Gm
In a sense that it's making me stronger
F Gm
G likely chance, and it's probably proven
F Gm
In the end we'll all walk away
Gm F
Shaking hands on the doormat
F Gm
I salute you, sir
A# Gm
G stranger and a happy fit
Gm A#
I'm glad I'm part of it
A# Gm GmG
And that I saw it all