Chords for Dead Egyptian Blues

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[Dm] Oh, Mr.
Tut, what [A] good's it do? _ _
They love your chair, but nobody cares [Dm] for you. _ _
Egyptian nights were never [A] colder. _
And all your friends are thousands of [Dm] years older. _
_ [D] Whatever happened to [Gm] that gang down by the Sphinx?
[C] Seems they're only 40 winks [F] away. _ _
_ [Gm] Those girls from Cairo with their belly [Bbm] button jewels
[Am] made you play [D] the fool [Gm] yesterday, [A] yesterday.
[Dm] And now you [Bb] keep in shape with [A] Elmer's glue _ _
because you're all wrapped up in them dead [Dm] Egyptian blue. _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh, Mr.
Tut, they [A] love the mess.
_ Do they love you, honey, [Dm] sweetheart?
Don't ask.
Where's those baby browns and that [A] pearly smile?
_ That smile would've drove her wild by the [Dm] early night.
_ _ _ [D] You make one terrific [Gm] hieroglyphic, don't you, bro?
[C] _ Centuries of standing [F] sideways turned you to a pro.
[Bb] Those girls from [Bbm] Cairo who filled your heart with lust,
[Am] they've all [Dm] turned to dust [Gm] yesterday, [A] yesterday.
[Dm] And those bandages [Bb] don't do that [A] much for you
_ because you're all wrapped up in them dead [Dm] Egyptian blue. _ _ _ _ _
Oh, Mr.
Tut, they [A] dig the tune, yeah.
All that gold leaf [Dm] brightens up a room.
But what's the difference when you're stiff?
What [A] riff they're playing _
when your ears have spent 5,000 [D] years decaying? _
_ What does it matter [Gm] what possessions you may boast
[C] when you're just a ghost?
It's [F] only [A] jive, [Bb] clive.
Your sarcophagus is glowing, [Bbm] but your esophagus is showing.
[Am] Who cares how [Dm] rich you are, love,
[D] when [Gm] you look like Boris [Dm] Karloff?
Call a novelist, they might even [A] refund your due _
because you're all wrapped up in them [Dm] dead Egyptian blue. _
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_ [Dm] _ _ _ Oh, Mr.
Tut, you [Em] wait and see.
_ _ [A] Another few thousand years are gonna [Dm] dig up me,
[F] and I'll have all my little treasures [Em] near at hand.
_ [A] CD of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely [Dm] Hearts Club Band.
_ _ [D] A little dried-out Maui [Gm] while we crumbled in a bar.
[D] A letter from my honey [F] saying,
love, you get so [Bb] long.
Some peanut butter sandwiches [Bbm] that'll long return to sand.
[Am] Not much [Dm] gold or silver, [Gm] but Tut,
I [D] think you'll understand that in my [Bb] way.
I'll be [A] just like you,
[B] _ _ all wrapped up in them dead [Dm] Egyptian blue.
_ _ All wrapped up, all wrapped up,
_ [Bb] all wrapped up [A] in them dead [Dm] Egyptian blue.
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