The Tragically Hip – Music At Work (Ukulele)

C
Everything is bleak.

G
It’s the middle of the night.

F
You’re all alone and

C
the dummies might be right.

G
You feel like a jerk.

F
My music at work.

C
My music at work.

C
Avoid trends and cliches.

G
Don’t try to be up to date.

F
And when the sunlight hits the olive oil

C
don’t hesitate.

                         F
The night’s so long it hurts

              C
My music at work.

C
In a symbol too far

G
or the anatomy of a stain;

F
to determine where you are,

                    C
in a sink full of Ganges, I’d remain -

                    G
No matter what you heard

                F
in my music at work.

             G
My music at work.

             C
My music at work.

C
I call it, ’Olga Waits;

G
The cloud that entertains

F
the dim possibility of

                C
showing some restraint.

                       G
The rain came down berserk.

             C
My music at work.

C
On a star beyond the chart

G
or the dark side of a drop of rain.

F
determining where you are,

                    C
in a sink full of Ganges, I remain 

     G
No matter what you heard.

              F
My music at work.

              C
My music at work.

C
Everythng is bleak.

G
It’s the middle of the night.

F
You’re all alone and

       C
the dummies might be right.

G
Outside, the darkness lurks.

F
My music at work.

C
My music at work.

C
Hey fallen hummingbird,

G
my music at work.

F
From the middle of the earth,

C
my music at work.

G
Bound for bed without dessert,

F
my music at work.

C
My music at work.