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Buzz Fledderjohn

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Tom Waits (born Thomas Alan Waits, in Pomona, California, on December 7, 1949) is a prolific American singer, songwriter, composer, and actor.

He started his career in the early 1970s as a singer in spit 'n' sawdust bars. Initially, he was deeply influenced by the beat generation, novelists like Jack Kerouac and William S. Burroughs, and poets like Allen Ginsberg and Charles Bukowski. Waits is often compared to Charles Bukowski, being similar both in content and lifestyle

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OK, I know this isn't a faithful exact copy of the song,
but if you are playing on an acoustic, on your own,
this is a simplistic, pared down version that's quite soothing
to play.
As always any mistakes are mine, if you see any howlers
let me know and I'll sort it.
If you like it RATE IT
- flatwound -

For this riff, just put your fingers in the Am position
then use your pinkie finger in the E string 3rd fret,
then you can drag strum or pick with your index finger,
while your thumb picks the bass notes on the E and A strings

BUZZ FLEDDERJOHN

Am Am
e|---------------------------|
B|----1-----------------1----|
G|----2-----------------2----| REPEATS OVER AND OVER
D|----2-----2----2------2----|
A|--0----------------0-------|
E|--------0----3-------------|

I stood on the roof, of Stuart's old dodge

To get a better look at the Fledderjohn's lodge

Bait shop, Pistols and ammo too

Nothing but books about World War Two

Rottweiler, Doberman, Pinkerton guard

I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjohn's yard

I ain't allowed, No, I ain't allowed

I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjohn's yard

I seen a python swallow a doberman whole

Piranha swimming in a mixing bowl

Papers full of stabbings, The sky is full of crows

She's singing in Italian, While she's hanging out her clothes

Carp in the bathtub, And it's raining real hard

I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjohn's yard

I ain't allowed, No, I ain't allowed

I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjohn's yard

Well a sailor's ringing doorbells, Sinners in the pew

The weather vane is squeaking to the west

I seen the cliffs of Dover and the deepest ocean blue

The one thing in the world I can recommend to you

'Cause I ain't allowed, No, I ain't allowed

No, I ain't allowed, In Buzz Fledderjohn's yard