Why Me? chords by Little Wings
Intro 1
G
Am
Em
C
D
G
C
Em
Am
D
Verse 1
G
Who am I,
Am
now none the wiser
Em
Wearing hats made of product
C
Cm
Table racketeer and driver
C
D
But where's our purse?
G
It truly is a curse
Am
G
C
When I slept and sleeped I was deep
Am
D
But I kept one eye open
G
Am
Hee -hee -ho -ho, no I should go
Em
And the bottle's busy spinning,
C
it won't stop
D
Don't you know, on a dime
We see them all the time
G
Am
G
C
But we'd better get in line
Am
Or we'll panhandle
D
Am
Bm
And even though our trip is only days out,
C
we blaze out like it's the last
Am
curtain call each time
D
Am
Love my mind,
Bm
it's hard to get these days out,
C
I laze out, send frog skins
Am
D
for all of our pockets to line
G
Am
Oh, our goodness turns sometimes scary,
Em
few like all may eat the wall
C
paper's flavored berries
D
Such a treat, no, better mind your feet
G
Am
G
C
Chocolate rivers took your seat,
Am
D
G
I'm just saying A -to -Z,
Am
Em
we peel while it's trailing, tooth's dead
C
I still bid not to cross up the cables,
D
blue and red
G
He just laid there in bed,
Am
G
C
so I took my canines out
Am
early
D
Am
Promenading, even though for weeks
Bm
the boat had stays up
C
Erase out all of one mind,
Am
D
eat these fruits right off the vine
Am
More than you say,
Bm
well certainly it's brewing
C
We're doing the best that we can
Am
D
G
Time to load up the band
Am
Em
C
D
G
C
Am
D
G
Am
Oh my good white sky and horizon
Em
Even a blind squirrel can find an acorn
C
D
It's surprising, it's a feat
G
We do it on the beat
Am
G
Stitch and stretch till it's com
C
Am
D
plete either way
G
Am
Pass me the tan lotion
Em
if you know it's so hot
C
I could put it on the bottom
D
of my soul -talking feet
G
And then we'd just go eat
C
I would slip on a banana peel
Em
Am
D
on the way
Am
Afterwards, of course,
Bm
we'd take the trays out
C
we laze out and sunburn
Am
D
ourselves again.
Am
Of my life,
Bm
it's hard to get these ways out.
C
Glass of cement is so hot,
Am
D
it blisters up skin.
Am
Round table,
Bm
the house boss always pays out.
C
The waddle gets stuffed up our sleeves.
Am
D
Paper blows off in the breeze.
Am
Wizard with a book of
Bm
spell all hazed out.
C
Spirit badge, I want it, no doubt
Am
D
Friday night, we'll drink and shout
G
Oh, why me?
Am
So ordinary
Em
What to hold, what to keep
C
What we cannot clutch or carry
D
G
What a league, revealing, so they say
Am
G
C
Building bridges over bays
Am
D
To keep this traffic flowing
Am
It's a ducky that we're fit to ride
Bm
These days are a phase out
C
The legs are on mine
Am
D
Nice to finally unwind
Am
Funny how the plan sometimes
Bm
just lays out
C
Connecting the dots with a line
Am
D
G
While the rest lands right on time
Am
Em
C
D
G
C
G
Am
D
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