Chords for Buddy Whittington - Minor Blues

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_ _ [Gb] _ I started out reading the paper real early in the morning, having a cup [G] of coffee [Gbm] and
wondering what kind of shape the world was in by what you were [B] reading and this is what
the result was.
The minor blues for you.
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They say [Am] the globe is getting warmer but the world's still growing cold.
There's no room in the shelter for the hungry and the old.
[Dm] People living under bridges and confusion and despair.
[Am] They're keeping house in [C] cardboard boxes in the sub-zero night [Am] air.
[Em] With no hope of employment.
[Dm] There ain't much left to [F] lose.
It's a major situation.
[Dm] Give me the minor blues.
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On [Am] the corner [G] stands the hooker [Am] with the hollow looking [D]
eyes.
[Am] She'll turn a trick and score and fix and overdose and die.
[Dm] By the time the county's buried her in a low rent pauper's [Am] grave.
Her little sister's out there on that corner sick [Em] with AIDS.
You won't see it in the paper.
[Dm] Cause it seldom makes the news.
But it's [F] a major situation.
[D] Give me [Bb] the minor [Dm] blues.
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[Dm] The minor blues is saddest [Am] with its own sorrow and [Dm] pain.
You'll know it when you hear it [Am] with its song [G] of [Am] sad [G] refrain.
[Dm] Say it ain't my problem.
[Am] Say there's nothing I can do.
[Dm] But [B] this ain't some third world country.
[Em] It's right here with me and you.
It's a gangland down in the [Am] school yard.
No place to play and run.
When there's twelve year olds with crackpots, smoking ice and packing guns.
[Dm] See them hanging around the dope house.
Getting high and skipping school.
[Am] There's no one at home to love them.
Teach them not to play [G] the fool.
So the gang becomes a family.
The [Dm] only one they ever knew.
[A] It's a major situation.
[Dm] Give me the minor [D] blues.
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ minor blues is saddest with its own sorrow and pain.
I ran in my alley [C] in an alcoholic [Dm] haze.
Built a bonfire in a [Am] barrel.
Keeping warm [Am] back there [D] for [Dm] days.
Said I lost my wife and [Am] family back in 1993.
[B] Until the Lord comes back to get [Em] us.
This is how [Ab] it looks for me.
[Em] [Am] They sped them down to the jailhouse as the doors revolve again.
They're housing twenty-five where there's room eight to ten.
[Dm] The streets are filled with characters.
All [F] released too [Am] soon.
It ain't [Em] because they done their time.
[Am] It's cause they're out of room.
[Em] It's called the [G] justice system.
[Dm] They say it works for me and you.
[F] But the laws are laced with loopholes.
[Dm] Cracks that let the criminals crawl through. _
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_ [Dm] _ _ _ [F] It's a major situation.
[Am] Give me [Bb] the minor [D] blues. _
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