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