Chords for Andy Cohen Plays Mean Blues
Tempo:
146 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
C#
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Woody Guthrie will get on me for doing this one.
I played this in front of a picture of him up in Ottawa
and there was a display of all these.
He approved.
This is the mean tactic.
[G]
[C] [C#] [G]
I'm the meanest man that [C] ever had a brain.
[D] All it scatters aches and pains on a [G] carnivolic ass,
[C] a poisoned [D] face, and a stand flat-footed in favor of crime in the [G] streets.
[C] I've never done a good deed and I'm [G] sorry I was.
[D] Still a whole lot too good to [G] suit myself.
Ain't [C] everybody don't think like [D] me and would rather see you dead than to [G] ever see you free.
[C] Ha ha ha ha ha.
Sometimes I'd rather [D] see you starve than work,
reading all the [G] books I can to learn how to hurt.
[C] I can't help it, I was just [D] born good, just like you or anybody else, I just [G] turned all mean.
Sometimes I [C] ride around on the subway train,
[D] laughing at the tight shoes dealing your [G] pain,
and laughing when the [C] car swings side to [D] [G] side.
[D]
Laughing loud is good, but I'm used to [G] crying.
[C]
[G] [D] [G] Still a whole lot too good to [C] suit myself.
[D] [G] [D]
[G] Used [C] to be a fairly nice feller, and then I [G] turned a [D] scab,
and I turned up [G] yeller and I [C] fought every union teeth and toenail,
[D] and I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of my [G] tail,
and I groaned more.
[C] And I cut them off, I wanted [G] to fool you,
[D]
keep you without no vote,
keep you without no job,
keep you without no union,
because I hated union everywhere,
because God likes union,
and I [G] hate [C] God.
[D]
Love to hate,
and I [G] hate to love.
[C] [D]
[G]
If I could [C] just get everybody's brains a [D]-boiling in turpentine,
and their teeth falling out up and down the street,
that'd suit [G] me fine,
and then [C] if I could get the colors a-fighting one another,
[G] and sister against brother, why, that'd be just it.
Because [C] I'm mean,
[D] I'm so mean,
I'm just a sawed [G]-off son of a bitch.
[B] [C] [C#] [D] [G]
I played this in front of a picture of him up in Ottawa
and there was a display of all these.
He approved.
This is the mean tactic.
[G]
[C] [C#] [G]
I'm the meanest man that [C] ever had a brain.
[D] All it scatters aches and pains on a [G] carnivolic ass,
[C] a poisoned [D] face, and a stand flat-footed in favor of crime in the [G] streets.
[C] I've never done a good deed and I'm [G] sorry I was.
[D] Still a whole lot too good to [G] suit myself.
Ain't [C] everybody don't think like [D] me and would rather see you dead than to [G] ever see you free.
[C] Ha ha ha ha ha.
Sometimes I'd rather [D] see you starve than work,
reading all the [G] books I can to learn how to hurt.
[C] I can't help it, I was just [D] born good, just like you or anybody else, I just [G] turned all mean.
Sometimes I [C] ride around on the subway train,
[D] laughing at the tight shoes dealing your [G] pain,
and laughing when the [C] car swings side to [D] [G] side.
[D]
Laughing loud is good, but I'm used to [G] crying.
[C]
[G] [D] [G] Still a whole lot too good to [C] suit myself.
[D] [G] [D]
[G] Used [C] to be a fairly nice feller, and then I [G] turned a [D] scab,
and I turned up [G] yeller and I [C] fought every union teeth and toenail,
[D] and I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of my [G] tail,
and I groaned more.
[C] And I cut them off, I wanted [G] to fool you,
[D]
keep you without no vote,
keep you without no job,
keep you without no union,
because I hated union everywhere,
because God likes union,
and I [G] hate [C] God.
[D]
Love to hate,
and I [G] hate to love.
[C] [D]
[G]
If I could [C] just get everybody's brains a [D]-boiling in turpentine,
and their teeth falling out up and down the street,
that'd suit [G] me fine,
and then [C] if I could get the colors a-fighting one another,
[G] and sister against brother, why, that'd be just it.
Because [C] I'm mean,
[D] I'm so mean,
I'm just a sawed [G]-off son of a bitch.
[B] [C] [C#] [D] [G]
Key:
G
C
D
C#
B
G
C
D
Woody Guthrie will get on me for doing this one.
_ I played this in front of a picture of him up in Ottawa
and there was a display of all these. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ He approved.
This is the mean tactic.
[G] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [C#] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm the meanest man that [C] ever had a brain.
_ _ [D] _ All it scatters aches and pains on a [G] carnivolic ass,
[C] a poisoned [D] face, and a stand flat-footed in favor of crime in the [G] streets. _ _ _
[C] I've never done a good deed and I'm [G] sorry I was. _
[D] Still a whole lot too good to [G] suit myself. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ain't [C] everybody don't think like [D] me and would rather see you dead than to [G] ever see you free.
_ [C] Ha _ _ ha ha ha ha. _
Sometimes I'd rather [D] see you starve than work,
reading all the [G] books I can to learn how to hurt.
_ [C] I can't help it, I was just [D] born good, just like you or anybody else, I just [G] turned all mean.
_ _ _ Sometimes I [C] ride around on the subway train,
[D] laughing at the tight shoes dealing your [G] pain,
and laughing when the [C] car swings _ side to [D] [G] side.
[D] _
Laughing loud is good, but I'm used to [G] crying. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ Still a whole lot too good to [C] suit myself.
[D] _ [G] _ [D] _
_ [G] Used _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] to be a fairly nice feller, and then I [G] turned a [D] scab,
and I turned up [G] yeller and I [C] fought every union teeth and toenail,
[D] and I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of my [G] tail,
and I groaned more.
[C] And I cut them off, I wanted [G] to fool you,
[D]
keep you without no vote,
keep you without no _ job,
keep you without no union,
because I hated union everywhere, _
because God likes union,
and I [G] hate [C] God.
_ _ [D] _ _ _
Love to hate,
_ and I [G] hate to love.
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ If I could [C] just get everybody's brains a [D]-boiling in turpentine,
and their teeth falling out up and down the street,
that'd suit [G] me fine,
and then [C] if I could get the colors a-fighting one another,
[G] and sister against brother, why, that'd be just it. _
Because [C] I'm mean,
_ _ [D] I'm so mean,
I'm just a sawed [G]-off son of a bitch.
[B] _ [C] _ [C#] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I played this in front of a picture of him up in Ottawa
and there was a display of all these. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ He approved.
This is the mean tactic.
[G] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [C#] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm the meanest man that [C] ever had a brain.
_ _ [D] _ All it scatters aches and pains on a [G] carnivolic ass,
[C] a poisoned [D] face, and a stand flat-footed in favor of crime in the [G] streets. _ _ _
[C] I've never done a good deed and I'm [G] sorry I was. _
[D] Still a whole lot too good to [G] suit myself. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ain't [C] everybody don't think like [D] me and would rather see you dead than to [G] ever see you free.
_ [C] Ha _ _ ha ha ha ha. _
Sometimes I'd rather [D] see you starve than work,
reading all the [G] books I can to learn how to hurt.
_ [C] I can't help it, I was just [D] born good, just like you or anybody else, I just [G] turned all mean.
_ _ _ Sometimes I [C] ride around on the subway train,
[D] laughing at the tight shoes dealing your [G] pain,
and laughing when the [C] car swings _ side to [D] [G] side.
[D] _
Laughing loud is good, but I'm used to [G] crying. _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ Still a whole lot too good to [C] suit myself.
[D] _ [G] _ [D] _
_ [G] Used _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] to be a fairly nice feller, and then I [G] turned a [D] scab,
and I turned up [G] yeller and I [C] fought every union teeth and toenail,
[D] and I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of my [G] tail,
and I groaned more.
[C] And I cut them off, I wanted [G] to fool you,
[D]
keep you without no vote,
keep you without no _ job,
keep you without no union,
because I hated union everywhere, _
because God likes union,
and I [G] hate [C] God.
_ _ [D] _ _ _
Love to hate,
_ and I [G] hate to love.
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ If I could [C] just get everybody's brains a [D]-boiling in turpentine,
and their teeth falling out up and down the street,
that'd suit [G] me fine,
and then [C] if I could get the colors a-fighting one another,
[G] and sister against brother, why, that'd be just it. _
Because [C] I'm mean,
_ _ [D] I'm so mean,
I'm just a sawed [G]-off son of a bitch.
[B] _ [C] _ [C#] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _