Life Gits Teejus Don't It - Doc Watson
Composer: Carson Robison
From the 1971 album "Doc Watson on stage".
Carson Robison, who wrote the song had a big hit in 1948 with it.
Original key :D
The structure of the backing is one bar of each chord. The words are SPOKEN above the backing.
Timing is for comic effect.
D / Em /
A / D /
D / Em /
A / D /
Intro:
D Em A D
D Em A D
#1:
D Em
The sun comes up and the sun goes down
A D
And the hands on the clock go round and round
D Em
An' I just get up and it's time to lay down,
A D
Life gets tee-jus, don't it?
#2:
D Em
My shoe's untied, but shucks, I don't care
A D
Cuz I reckon I ain't a-goin' nowhere,
D Em
I'd wash my face and comb my hair
A D
Huh, Just too much wasted effort.
D Em A D
#3:
D Em
I open the door and the flies swarm in
A D
and when I shut the door I'm a'sweating again
D Em
and in the process, I crack my shin
A D
Just one durned thing after another
#4:
D Em
The cow went dry and the hens won't lay
A D
And the fish all goodbyed last Saturday
D Em
My troubles keep pilin' up day by day
[No Chord]
(Long pause) And now I'm getting dandruff
A D
Instrumental fill:
D Em A D
D Em A D
#5:
D Em
My old grey mule, you know I think the rascal's sick
A D
For when I stuck him on the rump with a pin on a stick
D Em
He humped up his back, but he just wouldn't kick
A D
Theres something cock-eyed somewhere.
#6
D Em
Old hounds a'howlin' so forlorn
A D
Thats the laziest dog that ever was born
D Em
He's howlin' because he's sittin' on a thorn
A D
An' he's just too tired to move over.
D Em A D
#6
D Em
Tin Roof leaks and the chimney leans,
A D
An' there's a hole in the seat of my old blue jeans
D Em
And Ive ate up the last of the pork an' beans,
A D
Just can't depend on nuthin'
Instrumental fill:
D Em A D
D Em A D
#7
D Em
The mouse been a' gnawin' on my cupboard door
A D
He's been at it now for I guess a month or more
D Em
When he gets in there he's sure gonna be sore
A D
'Cause there ain't a darn thing in it.
D Em A D
#8
D Em
Well, it's debts and taxes and pains and woes
A D
Aches and miseries and that's how it goes
D Em
And dow I'm detting a coad in the nose,
A D
Life gets tasteless, don't it?
Instrumental fill:
D Em A D
D Em A D
#9
D Em
The sun comes up and the sun goes down
A D
And the hands on the clock go round and roumd
D Em
I just get up and it's time to lay down,
A D
Life gets tee-jus, don't it?
