Talking Guitar Blues
Traditional
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis
Timing is variable - play it as you feel it.

(G)

Transpose


intro.

G / C / |D / |G / / / |

1.

G / C / | If you wanna get in trouble I'll tell you how to do it, D / G / | Just get a gui-tar and then you're right in to it, G / C / | So I got me one about a year a-go, D / / / | Fella said I'd learn it in a week or so, G / C / | He gave me a book and a finger pick too, D / / / | Said "all right boy now it's up to you, G / / / | It's easy - plumb natural, C / / / | Just like fallin' off a log", D / / / | Charged me four ninety-five, G / / / | Every cent of money I had.

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G / C / |D / |G / / / |

2.

For sixteen weeks I laboured hard, Just tryin' to learn them three main chords, The book says it's easy as A B C, But man my fingers is killin' me, Couldn't mash the strings down,

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3.

But never the less I'd spent my dough, Couldn't let that go to waste you know, I took the guitar and the book and all, And I headed back home where the trees grows tall, Way down in Tennessee, Good place to be if you got a guitar, Don't amount to a great deal if you ain't.

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4.

I practiced hard both night and day, 'til I could see ma's hair turning gray, Her face was lined with discontent, I could see her patience was pretty near spent, She was nervous, ears ringin', Wanted to scream.

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5.

My sister took it the worst of all, 'cause she got married that comin' fall, She said it was love but I got my doubts, I figured that guitar drove her out, She's a game gal though, She just couldn't take it, Said there's a limit to everything.

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6.

My pa he took it a different way, Said "Son you can turn your ma's hair gray, And drive your sister away from home, But either you or me is going start to roam, And I ain't leaving, Don't intended to, You just figure that one out", Well I did, kinda fast like.

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7.

Very next morning my clothes was packed, And I slung that guitar across my back, And I caught myself a long freight train, To roam the world in search of fame, But I ain't found none, Just hard luck, handouts, street corners, folk clubs, But don't get me wrong folks I ain't complainin', Just having a good time hanging out 'round here, Pickin' this here guitar.

outro.

G / C / |D / G - |


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