x"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
