C G F
He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
C
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
G F
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
C Am D G
Hustlin' down the city streets and selling his ass for a dollar bag
He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of marines and a sailor, Oh
C Am
He's got the blues, this boy
F
He's got the blues
G
You can hear it in his music
C Am
He's got the blues, this boy
F
He's got the blues
G
You can hear it, you can hear it
Am G# G F#
When I was nine years old my daddy ran away
G C
With a woman he met on a train, oh
Am G# G F#
His little boy ran to the room where his piano lay in wait for him
G C
He played and he played, he played and he played
Chorus
A year ago, I met a girl I thought we'd hit a massive groove
But she dumped me and all we'd hit were the blues
Chorus
by: José Duarte
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