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 
             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                    G#    G         F#        
When I was nine years old my daddy ran away 
       G                 C 
With a woman he met on a train, oh 
Am             G#             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 
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