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