Biografia:
The Blues Band were formed in Britain in 1979 by Paul Jones, former lead vocalist and harmonica player with Manfred Mann in the 1960s, and vocalist/slide guitarist Dave Kelly, who had formerly played with the John Dummer Blues Band, Howlin' Wolf and John Lee Hooker among others. Also in the band’s first line-up were bassist Gary Fletcher, Jones’s former Manfred Mann colleague, guitarist Tom McGuinness, and drummer Hughie Flint, the two latter having been the mainstay of McGuinness Flint.
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[Intro]
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[Verse]
F C
You know me I'm a regular guy, do just enough to get me by
F
It ain't the way or the will that's missin', I guess I don't have what you'd call ambition
C
And every day my baby says, when you gonna change your way
F
I'm sick and tired of you lyin' here, you'd better get your ass in gear
[Chorus]
F C
I can't get my ass in gear, I can't get it nowhere near
F
Too much wine too much beer I can't get my ass in gear
[Verse]
F C
I could be a millionaire, and live a life of ease
F
Sail my boat, fly my plane, anywhere I please
C
And all the things that I ain't got now, I found them all with greed
F
But there's just one thing keeps me way down here, I can't get my ass in gear
F C
I can't get my ass in gear, I can't get it nowhere near
F
Too much wine too much beer I can't get my ass in gear
Bb F
Well life ain't what it aughta be, whilst in bed she hollas at me
Bb C
'bout all the bills, that ain't been paid, with all the money that I ain't made
F C
I know she thinks that I'm a slob, I don't have a regular job
F
But if I did it would cost her dear, there ain't no way I would stay round here
F C
I can't get my ass in gear, I can't get it nowhere near
F
Too much wine too much beer I can't get my ass in gear
Bb F
Well life ain't what it aughta be, whilst in bed she hollas at me
Bb C
'bout all the bills, that ain't been paid, with all the money that I ain't made
F C
I know she thinks that I'm a slob, I don't have a regular job
F
But if I did it would cost her dear, there ain't no way I would stay round here
F C
I can't get my ass in gear, I can't get it nowhere near
F
Too much wine too much beer I can't get my ass in gear
F/// C/// F/// C///
[Verse]
F C
You know me I'm a regular guy, do just enough to get me by
F
It ain't the way or the will that's missin', I guess I don't have what you'd call ambition
C
And every day my baby says, when you gonna change your way
F
I'm sick and tired of you lyin' here, you'd better get your ass in gear
[Chorus]
F C
I can't get my ass in gear, I can't get it nowhere near
F
Too much wine too much beer I can't get my ass in gear
[Verse]
F C
I could be a millionaire, and live a life of ease
F
Sail my boat, fly my plane, anywhere I please
C
And all the things that I ain't got now, I found them all with greed
F
But there's just one thing keeps me way down here, I can't get my ass in gear
F C
I can't get my ass in gear, I can't get it nowhere near
F
Too much wine too much beer I can't get my ass in gear
Bb F
Well life ain't what it aughta be, whilst in bed she hollas at me
Bb C
'bout all the bills, that ain't been paid, with all the money that I ain't made
F C
I know she thinks that I'm a slob, I don't have a regular job
F
But if I did it would cost her dear, there ain't no way I would stay round here
F C
I can't get my ass in gear, I can't get it nowhere near
F
Too much wine too much beer I can't get my ass in gear
Bb F
Well life ain't what it aughta be, whilst in bed she hollas at me
Bb C
'bout all the bills, that ain't been paid, with all the money that I ain't made
F C
I know she thinks that I'm a slob, I don't have a regular job
F
But if I did it would cost her dear, there ain't no way I would stay round here
F C
I can't get my ass in gear, I can't get it nowhere near
F
Too much wine too much beer I can't get my ass in gear
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