Captain Beefheart - Odd Jobs Chords
Tempo:
109.2 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Db
Gb
Bb
Bbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [C] [Db]
[Ebm] [Fm] [Bb]
[Ebm]
[Bbm] [Fm] [Db]
[Ab] [Bbm] [Fm]
[Db] [F] [Db]
[F] [Bb] [Ab] [Db]
[Bb] [Bbm]
[Bb]
[Cm] The rug ripped [Gb] up and caught the popcorn balls.
[Ab] The walls, [C] an old candy stripe, sacked.
In the [Dbm] corner, wrinkled [Bbm] black and white, a table held up by legs.
[Cm] The peeled back red [Ab] enameled mouth of linoleum screamed.
At the pasteboard door, a knob rolled off in some corner sticky.
A curtain blew into a sink.
Dead flies in newspapers, charred fire brown wings and toast.
Oh boy, he'd been around for some time.
The gate danced without its payon.
The little girl from in back of the clothesline cast a shadow like a crow.
Its beak spoke open.
Why doesn't old Lot Job come around anymore?
He used to ride his former heat bike and his basket was a whole candy store.
He used to make exits from door to door.
All the women and the young girls around here ask why old Job don't come around anymore.
Why old Lot Job don't come on home in a jig without his payon dance.
Here comes sitting up on his former heat bike, a bag of skin and bones.
Folks will scrape and chew us fingers.
[Gb] [Ab]
[Dbm] [Ab] [Gb] [Ab]
[Gb] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab] [Db] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab]
[Gb] [Ab] Here comes sitting up on his former heat bike, a bag of skin
[Db] [Ab] and bones.
[Db] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab]
[C] [Ab]
[Ebm] [Fm] [Bb]
[Ebm]
[Bbm] [Fm] [Db]
[Ab] [Bbm] [Fm]
[Db] [F] [Db]
[F] [Bb] [Ab] [Db]
[Bb] [Bbm]
[Bb]
[Cm] The rug ripped [Gb] up and caught the popcorn balls.
[Ab] The walls, [C] an old candy stripe, sacked.
In the [Dbm] corner, wrinkled [Bbm] black and white, a table held up by legs.
[Cm] The peeled back red [Ab] enameled mouth of linoleum screamed.
At the pasteboard door, a knob rolled off in some corner sticky.
A curtain blew into a sink.
Dead flies in newspapers, charred fire brown wings and toast.
Oh boy, he'd been around for some time.
The gate danced without its payon.
The little girl from in back of the clothesline cast a shadow like a crow.
Its beak spoke open.
Why doesn't old Lot Job come around anymore?
He used to ride his former heat bike and his basket was a whole candy store.
He used to make exits from door to door.
All the women and the young girls around here ask why old Job don't come around anymore.
Why old Lot Job don't come on home in a jig without his payon dance.
Here comes sitting up on his former heat bike, a bag of skin and bones.
Folks will scrape and chew us fingers.
[Gb] [Ab]
[Dbm] [Ab] [Gb] [Ab]
[Gb] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab] [Db] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab]
[Gb] [Ab] Here comes sitting up on his former heat bike, a bag of skin
[Db] [Ab] and bones.
[Db] [Ab]
[Db] [Ab]
[C] [Ab]
Key:
Ab
Db
Gb
Bb
Bbm
Ab
Db
Gb
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[Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bb] _
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[Cm] The rug ripped [Gb] up and caught the popcorn balls.
[Ab] The walls, [C] an old candy stripe, sacked.
In the [Dbm] corner, wrinkled [Bbm] black and white, a table held up by legs.
[Cm] The peeled back red [Ab] enameled mouth of linoleum screamed.
_ At the pasteboard door, a knob rolled off in some corner sticky.
A curtain blew into a sink.
Dead flies in newspapers, charred fire brown wings and toast. _ _
_ _ Oh boy, he'd been around for some time.
_ _ _ _ The gate danced without its payon. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ The little girl from in back of the clothesline _ cast a shadow like a crow.
_ _ _ Its beak spoke open.
_ _ _ _ Why doesn't old Lot Job come around anymore?
_ He used to ride his former heat bike and his basket was a whole candy store. _
_ _ He used to make exits from door to door.
_ All the women and the young girls around here ask why old Job don't come around anymore. _ _ _
Why old Lot Job don't come on home _ in a jig without his payon dance. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Here comes sitting up on his former heat bike, _ a bag of skin and _ _ _ bones. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Folks will scrape and chew us fingers.
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_ _ [Gb] _ [Ab] _ _ Here comes sitting up _ _ _ _ on his former heat bike, a bag of skin _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ and bones.
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[Cm] The rug ripped [Gb] up and caught the popcorn balls.
[Ab] The walls, [C] an old candy stripe, sacked.
In the [Dbm] corner, wrinkled [Bbm] black and white, a table held up by legs.
[Cm] The peeled back red [Ab] enameled mouth of linoleum screamed.
_ At the pasteboard door, a knob rolled off in some corner sticky.
A curtain blew into a sink.
Dead flies in newspapers, charred fire brown wings and toast. _ _
_ _ Oh boy, he'd been around for some time.
_ _ _ _ The gate danced without its payon. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The little girl from in back of the clothesline _ cast a shadow like a crow.
_ _ _ Its beak spoke open.
_ _ _ _ Why doesn't old Lot Job come around anymore?
_ He used to ride his former heat bike and his basket was a whole candy store. _
_ _ He used to make exits from door to door.
_ All the women and the young girls around here ask why old Job don't come around anymore. _ _ _
Why old Lot Job don't come on home _ in a jig without his payon dance. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Here comes sitting up on his former heat bike, _ a bag of skin and _ _ _ bones. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Folks will scrape and chew us fingers.
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_ _ [Gb] _ [Ab] _ _ Here comes sitting up _ _ _ _ on his former heat bike, a bag of skin _ _ _ _ _
_ [Db] _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ and bones.
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