Chords for Charlie Parr - The Country Blues

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[A] I'm all ear good [Cm] time people, well I got money to spend.
Tomorrow might mean Monday, and I neither [C] have a dollar nor a friend.
_ Well when I got plenty of money good people, my friends all gather round.
As soon as my pocketbook is empty, not a friend on this earth can be found.
_ _ _ _ _ Well my mama she taught me a plenty good people, my papa he taught me more.
He said son if you don't quit you'll ride in waves, got trouble at your door. _ _ _ _ _ _
Well if you don't quit your breaking, sometime you'll be just like me.
Working, out, sure living, _ independent century. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Yeah I wrote my woman a letter now people, I told her I was in Yale.
She wrote me back and answered, said honey I'm a come to go your mail. _ _ _ _ _
It's all around me so dear how she hated good people.
Forty dollars won't pay my fine, corn whiskey has [Cm] surrounded my body.
Poor boys, poor women have troubled my mind. _ _ _ _
_ Give me corn bread when I'm hungry now people, give me corn whiskey when I'm [Cm] dry.
Pity women descending around me, [C] plead heaven when I die. _ _ _
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_ _ You can dig me a hole in the bed of good people, you can dig me a hole in the ground.
You can gather round all your kind friends, see this whole round up go down. _ _ _
_ _ Hold [C] on I'm dead and I'm buried now people, my pale face turned to the sun.
Gather round all you women, think the way you done. _ _
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_ At the bottom of the whiskey glass, a lurking devil dwells.
It'll burn your breath to drink it boys, it'll send your soul to hell. _ _ _ _
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[Cm] _ It's called the Country [E] Booge.
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[B] _ _ That's a tune from the immortal and very frightening Doc Boggs. _
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