Chords for Trouble Comin' Every Day , The Mothers Of Invention , 1966 Vinyl

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_ _ _ [G] I'm about to get sick from watching my TV, [E] checking out the [G] news until my eyeballs fail to see.
I mean [E] to say that every day is just another rotten mess, and when it's going to change
my brand is anybody's guess.
[A] I'm watching and I'm waiting, hoping for the [Em] best, even think I'll go to prayer [B] every time
I hear them saying that [Em] there's no way today, that trouble coming every day.
No way today, that trouble coming every day. _ _ _ _
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[E] _ [G] _ _ Wednesday I watch the riot, I see the cops out on the street, watch them throwing rocks
and stuff and choking in the heat.
Listen to reports about the whiskey passing round, [E] seeing the smoking fire and the market [G] burning down.
Watch while everybody on your street will take a turn, the stomping, smashing, bashing,
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busting, burning.
And [A] I'm watching and I'm waiting, hoping for the best, even think I'll go to prayer [B] every
time I hear them [D] saying that there's [E] no way today, that trouble coming every day.
No way today, [Em] that trouble coming every day.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, you can cool it, you can heat it, cause baby I don't need it.
Take your TV tube and heat it, and all that phony stuff on sports and all the unconfirmed
reports.
You know I watch that rotten box until my head begin to hurt.
From checking [G] out the way the [E] newsmen say they [G] get the dirt [E] before the guys on channel
so and so further [G] they'll assert.
[E] And then they show they'll interrupt, they'll bring you news if it comes up.
They say that if the place blows up, they'll be the [G] first to tell.
Cause the boys that got downtown are [E] wild and doing swell, and if anybody gets the news
before it hits the street, they say that no [G] one flaps it faster, their coverage can be beat.
And if another woman driver [E] gets machine gun from her seat, they'll send some joker with
a brownie and you'll see it all [D] complete.
So [Em] I'm watching and I'm waiting, [A] hoping for the best, even [G] think I'll go to prayer [B] every
time I hear them [A] saying that there's [Em] no way today, that trouble coming every day.
[E] No way today, that trouble coming every day. _ _ _ _ _
_ Hey, you know something people? _ _
I'm not black, but there's a whole lot of times I wish I could say I'm not white. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [E] Well I've seen the fires burn and the local people turning, all the merchants and the
shops who used to sell their brooms and mops, and every other household item.
Watch them mobsters turn and bite them, and they say it served them right, because a few
of them were white.
And it's the same across the nation, black and white discrimination, yeah, and you can
understand me, and all that other jazz they hand me, and my papers and TV, and all that
mass stupidity that seems to grow more every day.
Each time you hear something we say, you want to go and do your in, cause the [Em] color of your
skin just don't appeal to him, [E] no matter if it's black or white, because he's out for blood tonight. _ _ _
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ You know we got to sit around at home and watch this thing begin, but I bet there won't
be [G] many [E] left to see it really end, cause a fire [G] in the street ain't [E] like a fire in the
heart, and in the [Em] eyes of all these people, [E] don't you know that this [D] could [E] start on any
street in [Em] any town, in any state if any clown decides that now's the time to [E] fight, but
some ideal he thinks [G] is right, [E] and if a million more [G] agree, there ain't [E] no great society as
it applies to you and me.
Our country isn't free, and the law refuses to see if all that you can ever [G] be is just
a lousy janitor, and unless your uncle owns a [E] store, you know that five and every four
just won't amount to nothing more, than to watch the rats go across the floor and make
up songs about being poor. _
Blow your harmonica, son. _ _ _ _ _
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