The Blues Song chords by The Dead Milkmen

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Verse 1
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Bm 
G 
We can stand naked on the corner of Main Street,
baby,
and, uh, let everybody slow down
and, uh, take a look.
C 
Em 
G 
Or you can drive your Ca  dillac to the library,
baby,
C 
and maybe rip the, uh,
Em 
G 
C 
last ten pages out of an Agatha Christie book.
G 
You can feed my cat to my dog,
D 
G 
and turn around and feed
D 
G 
my dog to my horse.
Bb 
Dm 
F 
You can screw the whole damn royal family,
Bb 
Dm 
F 
Bb 
baby, until they, all get divorced.
F 
Eb 
C# 
Well, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
you can do anything you
Eb 
want to do, baby,
D 
and I swear it won't bother me,
Bb 
C 
because baby, you know, baby,
you know you got to, you got to,
C# 
you got to be what you're going to be.
G 
D 
You can burn down the orphanage, baby,
G 
D 
G 
over there on the, uh, poor side of town.
C 
You can go to the circus, baby,
G 
frighten the elephants,
C 
see if you can get them to,
Em 
G 
C 
maybe, uh, trample a   clown.
G 
D 
You can steal the prize out of my box of cereal,
baby,
G 
D 
and  replace it with a rat.
G 
Bb 
Dm 
Then you can walk up to someone
F 
who might be a little overweight,
Bb 
be kind of sensitive about it and say,
Dm 
F 
Bb 
Oh my god, you're really fat.
F 
Eb 
Ab 
Living the lit baby, that's the cornerstone,
Eb 
the very essence of my philosophy,
D 
Bb 
and baby, you know, you know,
C 
got to, you got to,
C# 
you got to be what you going to  be.
G 
I'm gonna pay my harmonica.
Since I charged 35 a note,
D 
C 
I'm not going to play much
of my harmonica.
Em 
You see, the blues,
G 
C 
the blues isn't an art form,
it's not a type of music.
Em 
The blues is a product,
G 
C 
G 
not unlike computer chips or tampons.
D 
The blues is a way for white kids to feel that they under
G 
stand the feelings of black people
without ever actually
D 
G 
having to meet any.
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Dm 
The blues is all these things and more,
F 
G 
Bb 
Dm 
F 
available from 1995.
Oh, baby, baby,
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Ab 
you do whatever you want to do, baby
Eb 
Baby, you know it's not gonna bother me
Am 
But, baby, you know,
Bb 
C 
you know you gotta, you gotta
C# 
Be what you're going to be
G 
D 
G 
Here comes the solo
D 
G 
C 
Oh, what a solo it is
Em 
G 
C 
You know, that might not be the blues
Em 
G 
D 
But it sure makes me sad
G 
Listen, in the distance,
D 
the sound of Red Belly rolling
G 
Bb 
Dm 
F 
Bb 
Dm 
F 
in his grave.
Eb 
I said it before, baby, I'll say it again,
Ab 
Eb 
live and let live, the very edge, the cornerstone,
Am 
Bb 
C 
the summit of my velocity, baby, baby, you know,
baby, you know, you gotta, you gotta me
C# 
D 
what you're going to be
G 
D 
a  blues man needs a nickname
G 
and everybody calls me two shoes
because i always wear two shoes
C 
i know it's not much of a nickname
Em 
but by the time i got around
G 
to getting my nickname
C 
all the good ones have been taken take
G 
for example blind lemon lipshits
C 
G 
blind lemon lipshits
gouged out his own eyes
with his thumbnails
So he could be called Broom Lemon
D 
G 
Bb 
Dm 
F 
It's true, don't it? He felt the
Bb 
very essence of the blues
Calling him from within
Dm 
F 
Bb 
And he felt that contract too
F 
Eb 
Oh baby, baby you know
Ab 
Baby you know you can do
whatever you do
Eb 
I don't care, I don't give
D 
a damn baby
Bb 
It's not gonna bother me
C 
Yes baby ba ba ba ba
ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
C# 
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta
You gotta be, you gotta be
G 
what you gonna be