Bottle of Blues

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i just found me a bottle of blues

some strange comfort for a soul to soothe

ain't it hard ain't it hard,

to want somebody who doesn't want you

and i've been waiting for a year, a day

some strange weather must be blowin' my way

cause i got no mind to go or to stay,

or be left behind

F E

holdin' hands with an impotent dream

F E

in a brothel of fake energy

F G#

put a nickel in the graveyard machine

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i get higher and lower

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i get higher and lower

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like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot

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and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

egos drone and pose alone

like black balloons all banged and blown

on a backwoods river the infidels shiver

in the stench of belief

i tell my momma i'm a hundred years late

i'm over the rails and out of the race

and the crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw

are ringing in my ears

holdin' hands with an impotent dream

in a brothel of fake energy

put a nickel in the graveyard machine

i get higher and lower

i get higher and lower

like a tired soldier

with nothin' to shoot

and nowhere dreams it's a..

bottle of blues

(repeat first verse)

holdin' hands with an impotent dream

in a brothel of fake energy

put a nickel in the graveyard machine

i get higher and lower

i get higher and lower

like a tired soldier

with nothin' to shoot

and nowhere dreams it's a..

bottle of blues

bottle of blues

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O Maria

(as played on piano)

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there was no one nothing to see

Am G# F

the night is useless and so are we

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cause everybody knows

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the fabric of folly is fallen apart at the seams

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and i've been lookin' for a good time

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but the pleasures are seldom and few

there's no whiskey there's no wine

just the concrete and a worried mind

'cause everybody knows death creeps in slow

til you feel safe in his arms

and i've been lookin' for a new friend

and i don't care if he's decrepit and grey

(trombone solo verse)

o maria haven't you known

days so careless

all on your own

'cause everybody knows the circus is closed

and the animals have gone wild

and i've been lookin' for my shadow

but this place is so bright and so clean

(repeat first verse)

12 string solo:

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Sing It Again

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a town of disrespect

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the trains are wrecked

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the night is younger then us

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nowhere is anywhere else

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you keep to yourself

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stirring the dregs where i have layed

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the exit signs are flashing

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dead ends they won't come to life anymore

i pledge the rest

i should have guessed

your love was hanging by threads

tongues tied under the moon,

my love is a room of broken bottles

and tangled webs

the misers wind their minds

like clocks that grind their gears

on and on

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and if its meant

some accident

some coincidence

crumbs fall out of the sky

when you wander by

the dust clouds blow

nobody's home

oh won't you lay my bags

upon on the funeral fire and sing it again

harmonica solo

F E

oh won't you lay my bags

A D A

upon on the funeral fire and sing it again

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Static

intro riff

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A A6 A D D6 D

it's so easy to laugh at yourself

and all those jokes have already been written

seems like another vain attempt

to let yourself fall out of the oven

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holy mountains

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they look so tired

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and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside

who you foolin' with the fools are right

it's the same thing but it's almost as different

hard to tell when it pacifies your mind

leaves you stranded with a broken engine

lazy desert looks so mangled

let me drown in a convalescent bliss

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get up from your bed of rest

G Bm D A

been a long time since you've lived

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but the static in your mind

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leaves you hollow and unkind

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with a shock electric wave turns you on.

you've been flunked out of the devils house

delinquent hygienes are so abrasive

some distortion that's never been known

on the treadmill you've been runnin' forever

holy mountains, they look so tired

and it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside

(A E)4x

begone

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