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