"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