"Ten Cent Blues"
Capo 1st fret. G, Am, C
G
Dear orthodox,
Am
I can't control my feelings,
C
And who hit me?
Am
I just might be
C
Coming round the bush
C Am
And my stilts, they began cracking
C
Subsequently pushed
G
And I looked to see that it was she
Am
Just some abandoned little crook like me
C Am
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well
C
This was the ending, please
G Am
Oh, whoa...
C Am
I was attached on bended knee
C
But I declined my leave
G
But who could blame
Am
A fraction of her being?
C Am
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
C
With her uncanny styling
C Am
I'm teasing, she is pleasing
C
She just has no wit
G
And I'm sorry I don't have her face
Am
And I'm probably gonna lose this race
C Am
There is no doubt she's such a mouse
C
With such an abstract grace
G Am
Oh, whoa...
C Am
There is no cure, I am sure
C
For these ten cent blues
G
And then she chose to dissect me
Am
And I was casted into poverty
C Am
But I did not agree with her
C
She said, "Now, you've got nerve,"
C G
But I don't care if I'm granted
Am
For all these things
C Am
If I were one among this crowd
C
Would you call that defeat?
G Am
In a way it's making me crazy
G Am
In a sense that it's making me stronger
G Am
A likely chance, and it's probably proven
G Am
In the end we'll all walk away
Am G
Shaking hands on the doormat
G Am
I salute you, sir
C Am
A stranger and a happy fit
Am C
I'm glad I'm part of it
C Am AmG
And that I saw it all