The Blues

C                             G        F
He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
C
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
                              G    F
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
C                                                                           Am D   G
Hustlin' down the city streets and selling his ass for a dollar bag

He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of marines and a sailor, Oh

Chorus:
             C           Am
He's got the blues, this boy
     F
He's got the blues
        G
You can hear it in his music
     C                   Am
He's got the blues, this boy
     F
He's got the blues
        G
You can hear it, you can hear it

Am                    /Ab    /G         /F#
When I was nine years old my daddy ran away
       G                 C
With a woman he met on a train, oh
Am             /Ab             /G                    /F#
His little boy ran to the room where his piano lay in wait for him
   G                        C
He played and he played, he played and he played

Chorus

A year ago, I met a girl I thought we'd hit a massive groove
But she dumped me and all we'd hit were the blues

Chorus

by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com