Ten Cent Blues

Intro:

G#
Dear orthodox,
 A#m                       C#
I can't control my feelings,
               A#m
And who hit me?

                  C#
I just might be
Coming round the bush

 C#                 A#m
And my stilts, they began cracking

C#
Subsequently pushed
G#

And I looked to see that it was she
       A#m
Just some abandoned little crook like me
C#              A#m
Adieu, adieu, and fare thee well

C#
This was the ending, please


G#   A#m
Oh, whoa...
C#                 A#m
I was attached on bended knee
   C#
But I declined my leave
But who could blame
A fraction of her being?
She is cheesy, she is scrawny
With her uncanny styling

I'm teasing, she is pleasing
She just has no wit
And I'm sorry I don't have her face

And I'm probably gonna lose this race
There is no doubt she's such a mouse
With such an abstract grace
Oh, whoa...

There is no cure, I am sure

For these ten cent blues
N.C
And then she chose to dissect me
N.C

And I was casted into poverty
C#            A#m
But I did not agree with her
            C#
She said, "Now, you've got nerve,"
           ^The chords in that verse sound good if you start low and build the volume up
But I don't care if I'm granted

For all these things

If I were one among this crowd

Would you call that defeat?

G#                           A#m (Right here she hammers on the B and G strings, play
with it)
In a way it's making me crazy

G#                                   A#m
In a sense that it's making me stronger
G#                                      A#m
A likely chance, and it's probably proven

G#                           A#m
In the end we'll all walk away
                    *back to previous chords and strumming
            G#
Shaking hands on the doormat

     A#m
I salute you, sir

     C#                 A#m
A stranger and a happy fit

C#
I'm glad I'm part of it
G#  A#m C#
And that I saw it all