Randy Newman

^C He's gonna tell you 'bout his ^G dear old ^F mother
^C Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his ^G baby ^F brother
^C Hustlin' down the city streets and selling his ass for a dollar bag ^{Am
D G}
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
Chorus:
He's got the ^C blues, this ^Am boy
He's ^F got the blues
You can ^G hear it in his music
He's ^C got the blues, this ^Am boy
He's ^F got the blues
You can ^G hear it, you can hear it
^Am When I was nine years ^/G# old my ^/G daddy ran a ^/F# way
With a ^G woman he met on a ^C train, oh
^Am His little boy ^/G# ran to the room ^/G where his piano lay in ^/F# wait for him
He ^G played and he played, he ^C 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
jtduarte1@gmail.com