Generic Blues

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[Verse 1]
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I woke up this morning, then I 
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went back to bed
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Said I woke up this morning, then I
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 went right back to bed
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Got a funny kind of feelin' like I 
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got broken glass in my underwear
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And a herd of wild pigs is trying
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 to chew off my head..........you 
know what I'm sayin'

[Verse 2]
       A                   D      
Well I ain't got not money, I'm 
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just walkin' down the road
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Said I ain't got no money honey, so
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 I'm just walking down this lonely 
old road
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Well I wish I could get me some 
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money, but I forgot my automated 
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teller code...........

[Verse 3]
A                              
I was born in a papersack in the 
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bottom of a sewer, I had to eat 
                               A
dirtclods for breakfast my family 
was so poor
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My daddy was a waitress, my mom 
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sold bathroom tiles, my bros and 
sisters all hated me cuz I was an 
only child
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I got the blues so bad, wooooo, 
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kinda wish I was dead.....
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Maybe I'll blow my brains out 
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mama, or maybe I'll, yeah maybe 
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I'll just go bowling instead.....


[Bridge]
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I'm just a no good, scum sucking, 
nose picking, boot licking, 
sniveling, groveling, worthless hunk
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 of slime
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Nothing but a lowdown beer bellied,
 boneheaded, pigeontoed, turkey 
necked, weaselfaced worthless hunk 
       A
of slime
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Guess I pretty low self image, 
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maybe it's a chemical imbalance or 
something,
A                            
I should probably go and see a 
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doctor about it when I've got 
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the time....

[Guitar solo]

A   D   A       D
.................Aw, make it talk, 
son, make it talk
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.................Ok, now make 
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it shut up.............

[Other]
A                                 
Plagues and famine and pestilence 
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always seem to get me down, I 
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always feel so miserable whenever 
I'm around
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I wish somebody would come along, 
stick a pitchfork through my brain
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I'd flush myself right down the 
toilet, but I'd just clog up the 
drain
          D            F       
I got the blues so bad.....kinda 
             A               F    
wish I was dead, maybe I'll blow 
                  E
my brains out mama,

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Or maybe I'll go bowling.....
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Or I just might go bowling......
Maybe I'll just rent some shoes and 
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go bowling.....
Maybe I'll join a league, enter a 
tournament, put on a stupid looking 
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shirt and go bowling...instead!
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