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