Verse
F
Well, it's three in the mornin', should be sleepin' in my bedroom
A#
Not sittin' in this cellar like some silly damn mushroom
F C
My brain is hurtin', I think it just blew a fuse
F
I've smoked enough cigarettes to kill a camel
A#
Drunk enough black coffee to fill the English Channel
F C F
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Verse 2]
F
I've been writin' this song for what seems like forever
A#
Doin' bad things to my lungs and worse things to my liver
F C
I ain't got many organs left I can abuse
F
I'm gonna try to stop writin' songs, I swear
A#
Do somethin' easy like wrestlin' grizzly bears
F C F
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Bridge]
A#
Oh, Mama, why didn't I listen to you
F
When you told me not to be a musician
A#
Oh, Mama, at least I didn't shame you completely
C
And become a politician
[Verse 3]
F
Havin' trouble with my meter, and trouble with my rhymin'
A#
I wish to God that I was Paul Simon
F C
That little smartass has more talent than he can use
F
I try to write my songs deep and esoteric
A#
But they just come out the same old Eric
F C F
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Verse 4]
F
And if I finish this song, who'll appreciate it?
A#
I know the critics are gonna hate it
F C
They'll roast me like a lamb chop at a bar-b-que
F
They'll all say, "He's a one-hit wonder
A#
Written nothin' since 'The Band Played Waltzin' Matilda' "
F C F
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Bridge]
A# F
And why do I write all my songs in the key of D?
A# C
Why don't I try another one like -- umm-err-umm --
F
I think my mind's beginnin' to go
A#
I just found myself wishin' I was Barry Manilow
F C F
Oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Instumental]
F A# F C F A# F C F
[Bridge]
A# F
And why do I torture myself the way that I do?
A# C
Be easier bashin' my skull in with a lump of four-by-two
[Verse 5]
F
I've tried to sing this song in an American accent
A#
I'm told my Scottish burr is too much of a distractment
F C
At least that's what they say in their reviews
F
And deejays dishin' out their music valium
A#
Will say, "It's too long, son, it ain't got any drums"
F C F
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Verse 6]
F
So I sit here like a dummy nearly crying with frustration
A#
Songwritin's just an exercise in mental masturbation
F C
Deserted by that fickle jade they call the Muse
F
She's out there somewhere laughin' at me
A#
Sayin', "Son, go back to accountancy!"
F C F
And oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
[Outro]
F C F
Oh, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
F C F
Yes, Mama, got them old songwritin' blues
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