Chords for Counterfeiters Blues - Corb Lund
Tempo:
101.4 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Bb
D
Gb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[G] [Gb] [G]
[Bb] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] You said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, with full in the smoke.
Eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that Jesus broke.
[C] This is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine.
[Bb] [G] I'm smoking shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime.
[D] This is not the truth you tell me about some terrible evil joke.
[C] Sounds [Bb] to me like the [G] counterfeit blues that got you by the throat.
[C]
There [G] seems to me an awful lot of charlatan ground here.
Hustlers, cheats, and anglers, fixers, sharps, and mutineers.
[C] The factory and subterfuge and corporato [Gm] cheats
[G] conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our
[D] The Lords of Mass Producto, Mass Product got quite a pace.
[C] It won't be [Eb] long, these counterfeit [G] blues will run the whole damn [Bb] place.
[G]
[C]
[G]
[D]
[G] [Gb] [E]
[Bb] [G] These notes you've been paying with are a little bit too green.
The printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheet.
[C] Your bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off.
[G] Your snide will have to make its way from the far end of the draw.
[D] You got suckered in and try to make your money overnight.
[C] It looks [G] to me like the counterfeit blues will be dogging you all your life.
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] Oh, now, Western hat, I got no longer smells like horse.
And I can't afford to keep one around.
Now the rooster's gone, of course.
I [C] guess I left it all behind me now except for when [Gm] I write.
[D] I sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that.
Years of rock and roll, I have extracted quite a fee.
[C] Maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creeping [Gm] up on me.
[G] [C] [G] [C]
[Gb] [G]
[N]
[G] [Gb] [G]
[Bb] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] You said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, with full in the smoke.
Eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that Jesus broke.
[C] This is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine.
[Bb] [G] I'm smoking shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime.
[D] This is not the truth you tell me about some terrible evil joke.
[C] Sounds [Bb] to me like the [G] counterfeit blues that got you by the throat.
[C]
There [G] seems to me an awful lot of charlatan ground here.
Hustlers, cheats, and anglers, fixers, sharps, and mutineers.
[C] The factory and subterfuge and corporato [Gm] cheats
[G] conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our
[D] The Lords of Mass Producto, Mass Product got quite a pace.
[C] It won't be [Eb] long, these counterfeit [G] blues will run the whole damn [Bb] place.
[G]
[C]
[G]
[D]
[G] [Gb] [E]
[Bb] [G] These notes you've been paying with are a little bit too green.
The printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheet.
[C] Your bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off.
[G] Your snide will have to make its way from the far end of the draw.
[D] You got suckered in and try to make your money overnight.
[C] It looks [G] to me like the counterfeit blues will be dogging you all your life.
[C]
[G] [C]
[G] Oh, now, Western hat, I got no longer smells like horse.
And I can't afford to keep one around.
Now the rooster's gone, of course.
I [C] guess I left it all behind me now except for when [Gm] I write.
[D] I sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that.
Years of rock and roll, I have extracted quite a fee.
[C] Maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creeping [Gm] up on me.
[G] [C] [G] [C]
[Gb] [G]
[N]
Key:
G
C
Bb
D
Gb
G
C
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ [G] _ [Gb] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] You said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, with full in the smoke.
Eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that Jesus broke.
[C] This is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine.
[Bb] [G] I'm smoking shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime.
[D] This is not the truth you tell me about some terrible evil joke.
[C] Sounds [Bb] to me like the [G] counterfeit blues that got you by the throat.
_ _ _ [C] _ _
There [G] seems to me an awful lot of charlatan ground here.
Hustlers, cheats, and anglers, fixers, sharps, and mutineers.
[C] The factory and subterfuge and corporato [Gm] cheats
[G] conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our
[D] The Lords of Mass Producto, Mass Product got quite a pace.
[C] It won't be [Eb] long, these counterfeit [G] blues will run the whole damn [Bb] place.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [E] _
_ [Bb] [G] These notes you've been paying with are a little bit too green.
The printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheet.
[C] Your bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off.
[G] Your snide will have to make its way from the far end of the draw.
[D] You got suckered in and try to make your money overnight.
[C] It looks [G] to me like the counterfeit blues will be dogging you all your life.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] Oh, now, Western hat, I got no longer smells like horse.
And I can't afford to keep one around.
Now the rooster's gone, of course.
I [C] guess I left it all behind me now except for when [Gm] I write.
[D] I sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that.
Years of rock and roll, I have extracted quite a fee.
_ [C] Maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creeping [Gm] up on me.
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Gb] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [G] _ [Gb] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[C] You said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, with full in the smoke.
Eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that Jesus broke.
[C] This is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine.
[Bb] [G] I'm smoking shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime.
[D] This is not the truth you tell me about some terrible evil joke.
[C] Sounds [Bb] to me like the [G] counterfeit blues that got you by the throat.
_ _ _ [C] _ _
There [G] seems to me an awful lot of charlatan ground here.
Hustlers, cheats, and anglers, fixers, sharps, and mutineers.
[C] The factory and subterfuge and corporato [Gm] cheats
[G] conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our
[D] The Lords of Mass Producto, Mass Product got quite a pace.
[C] It won't be [Eb] long, these counterfeit [G] blues will run the whole damn [Bb] place.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _ [E] _
_ [Bb] [G] These notes you've been paying with are a little bit too green.
The printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheet.
[C] Your bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off.
[G] Your snide will have to make its way from the far end of the draw.
[D] You got suckered in and try to make your money overnight.
[C] It looks [G] to me like the counterfeit blues will be dogging you all your life.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] Oh, now, Western hat, I got no longer smells like horse.
And I can't afford to keep one around.
Now the rooster's gone, of course.
I [C] guess I left it all behind me now except for when [Gm] I write.
[D] I sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that.
Years of rock and roll, I have extracted quite a fee.
_ [C] Maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creeping [Gm] up on me.
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Gb] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _