Ten Cent Blues

     G#        A#m          C#
E|--4-| e|--1--   e|-------| 
B|--4-| B|--2--   B|--6----| 
G|--5-| G|--3--   G|--6----| 
D|--6-| D|--3--   D|--6----| 
A|--6-| A|--1--   A|--4----| 
E|----| E|-----   E|-------| 



Intro:

E|------6-------8-------10--------
B|--------------------------------
G|--5/7----7/9-----9/11-----------
D|--------------------------------
A|--------------------------------
E|--------------------------------

E|---10---8--6-8-----10--8--6-8-----
B|----------------------------------
G|----------------------------------
D|----------------------------------
A|----------------------------------
E|----------------------------------


E|-----6---8-8---10-10----5-5---6-
B|--------------------------------
G|--------------------------------
D|--------------------------------
A|--------------------------------
E|--------------------------------

E|6---------------------------------
B|----------------------------------
G|----------------------------------
D|----------------------------------
A|----------------------------------
E|----------------------------------

G#
Dear orthodox,

 A#m                       C#
I can't control my feelings,

               A#m
And who hit me?

                  C#
I just might be


Coming round the bush

 C#                 A#m
And my stilts, they began cracking

C#
Subsequently pushed



G#

And I looked to see that it 
was she

       A#m
Just some abandoned little crook 
like me

C#              A#m
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well

C#
This was the ending, please


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G#   A#m
Oh, whoa...
C#                 A#m
I was attached on bended knee

   C#
But I declined my 
leave



But who could blame

A fraction of her being?

She is cheesy, she is scrawny

With her uncanny styling

I'm teasing, she is 
pleasing

She just has no wit



And I'm sorry I don't have her face

And I'm probably gonna lose 
this race

There is no doubt she's such a 
mouse

With such an abstract 
grace



Oh, whoa...

There is no cure, I am sure

For these ten cent 
blues




N.C
And then she chose to dissect me
N.C

And I was casted into 
poverty

C#            A#m
But I did not agree with her

            C#
She said, "Now, you've got 
nerve,"


           ^The chords in that verse
 sound good if you start low and 
build the volume up

But I don't care if I'm granted

For all these things

If I were one among this 
crowd

Would you call that 
defeat?


*The chords and strumming change a bit here
   G#       A#m
E|--4--------6------| 
B|--4--------6------| 
G|--5--------6------| 
D|------------------| 
A|------------------| 
E|------------------| 

G#                           A#m 
(Right here she hammers on the B and
 G strings, play
with it)

In a way it's making me crazy

G#                    
In a sense that it's making me 
               A#m
stronger

G#                                
A likely chance, and it's probably
      A#m
 proven

G#               
In the end we'll all walk 
            A#m
away


                    *back to 
previous chords and strumming


            G#
Shaking hands on the doormat

     A#m
I salute you, sir

     C#                 A#m
A stranger and a happy fit

C#
I'm glad I'm part of it

G#  A#m C#
And that I saw it all