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