The Blues

C                             G  
He's gonna tell you 'bout his 
      F
dear old mother
C
Burned up in a factory in 
Springfield, Mass.
                              G    
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby 
F
brother
C                                 
Hustlin' down the city streets and
 selling his ass for a dollar bag
      Am D   G


He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle 
Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He's gonna tell you 'bout his best 
friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of
 marines and a sailor, Oh

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Chorus:
             C           Am
He's got the blues, this boy
     F
He's got the blues
        G
You can hear it in his music
     C                   Am
He's got the blues, this boy
     F
He's got the blues
        G
You can hear it, you can hear it

Am                    /G#    /G 
When I was nine years old my 
        /F#
daddy ran away
       G                 C
With a woman he met on a train, oh
Am             /G#             
His little boy ran to the room 
/G                    /F#
where his piano lay in wait for him
   G                        C
He played and he played, he played 
and he played