Elvis Presley – Nothingville - Big Boss Man - Guitar Man - Little Egypt - Trouble - Guitar Man (Guitar)

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some harmonica...

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  Nothingville

                    D
Only just a two-bit town

                D
Where nothing's real

C
  They treat me like a country clown

D
Nothingville

G
  I ain't gonna keep-a-hangin' round'

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The doors keep slammin' in my face

                       E
People keep puttin' me in my place

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It's a rat's race at a snail's pace

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Nothingville...

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Nothingville

D
Nothingville....

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Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?

    Gb
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?

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Can't you hear me when I call?

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Big boss man,      can't you hear me when I call?

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Well you ain't so big, you're just tall that's all

                Gb
Well you got me workin' boss man

        Gb
Workin' round the clock

        Gb
I wanna little drink of water

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But you won't let big Al stop

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Big boss man now can't you hear me when I call

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you know you ain't so big, you know you're just tall that's all

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So I slept in the hobo jungles,

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Roamed a thousand miles of track,

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Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama,

Eb
At a club they call Big Jack's,

         Ab
A little four-piece band was jammin',

     Ab
So I took my guitar and I sat in,

  F
I showed 'em what a band would sound like,

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With a swingin' little guitar man.

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Show 'em, son

            E
Come on and buy yourself a ticket and I sat down in the very first row

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  They pulled the curtain but then when they turned the spotlight way down low

       Bm
Little Egypt came out a-struttin' wearin' nothin' but a b***on and a bow

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Singing, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying, ying-ying

E
Stranger

C
If you're looking for trouble

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You came to the right place

                              C
If you're looking for trouble

                           C
Just look right in my face

                       C
I was born standing up

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And talking back

   C
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack

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Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery

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Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me

C
I've never looked for trouble

C
But I've never ran

C
I don't take no orders

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From no kind of man

              C
I'm only made out

                    G
Of flesh, blood and bone

              C
But if you're gonna start a rumble

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Don't you try it on alone

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Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery

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Well I'm evil, jah, so don't you mess around with me

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Well i come a long wa from the car wash

   E
to got to were i said that i would get

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now that i am here i really know for sure i really aren't there yet

     A
so i think i start all over

       A
lay my guitar over my back

E
  i wanna get myself right on the track and i never never going back

Bm
i'll never be more what i am,

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wouldn't you know i am a little swinging guitar man

                              E
take it home son, take it home