Big Mouth Blues

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Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut
                                                           G7
And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't keep my big, big mouth shut
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So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving when any ole day I might be even
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And Lord knows that New York City's got a lot to do with it
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I wish someday I could find the way to get it out of my grain
    G                                          D
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down and I don't want to go with it
      A
Well I wish there was a way that I knew to get even
 A
A way to get a lick in, a bobbin' and a weavin'
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Any ole thing besides goin' and a leavin', you can do on a train

       D
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around the world twice
                                                      G7
He would have made it three but he took a lot of bad advice
                                                                    D
So you just tell me what's the sense of me sittin' here leavin' when any ol day I might get even
   G                                D
And Lord knows New York City's got a lot to do with it
 G                                         D
I wish someday I could find a way to get it out of my brain
    G                                          D
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down and I don't want to go with it
 A
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even
A
Way to get a lick in a 'bobbin' and a'weavin'
A                                                        D
Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin' you can do on a train, oh, yes

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       D
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around the world twice
                                                 G
But his motor cooled down and now he's deliverin' ice
                                                         D
Tell me what's the sense of him sittin' here leavin' when any ole day he might get even
   G                                D
And Lord knows New York City's got a lot to do with it
 G                                          D
I wish someday he could find a way to get it out of his brain
    G                                          D
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down and I don't want to go with it
 A
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even
A
Way to get a lick in a 'bobbin and a'weavin'
   A                                                           D
And all the things besides goin' and a 'leavin' you can do on a train, oh, yeah

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