Sickness Blues chords by Allen Ginsberg
Verse 1
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Lord,
Lord, I got the sickness blues.
Must have done something wrong.
Lord,
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Lord, I got the sickness blues. I must
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have done something wrong.
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There ain't no lord to call on,
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now my youth is gone
Sickness blues,
don't wanna fuck no more
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Yeah, sickness blues,
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can't get it up no more
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Tears come in my eyes,
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feel like an old tired
I went to see the doctor,
he shot me with poison germs
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Went to see the doctor,
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he shot me with poison germs
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I got out of the hospital,
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my head was full of worms
All I can think is death, father's getting old
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All I can think is death, father's getting old
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He can't walk half a block,
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his feet feel cold I went down to
Santa
Fe, take vacation there
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Indians sellin' turquoise in
Toby huts in
Taos
Pueblo
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Square
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Got a headache in
La
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Fonda, I could get sick anywhere
Must be my bad karma
Fuckin' those pretty boys
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Hungry ghosts chasin' me
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Because I've been chasin' joys
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Lying here in bed alone,
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playing with my toys I must have been doing something wrong, eating cigarettes
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Bow down before my
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Lord, 100 ,000 regrets
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All my poems down in hell,
that's what pride
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Begets
Sick and angry
Lied in my hospital bed
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Doctor doctor bring morphine
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before I'm totally dead
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Sick and angry at the national universe
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Oh, my achin' head
Someday I'm gonna get outta here
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Go somewhere alone
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Yeah, I'm gonna leave this town
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With the noise of a rattlin' bow
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I got the sickness blues,
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you'll miss me when I'm gone.
Sickness Blues
Allen Ginsberg
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