Eisley – Ten Cent Blues (Guitar)

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                       Em
In a way it's making me crazy

G                              C
In a sense that it's making me stronger

G                                  Em
A likely chance, and it's probably proven

G                Am        C
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     Am G
And that I saw it all