Trouble Every Day Chords by The Mothers Of Invention

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I'm about to get up and say, I'm watching my TV, [E] checking out the news until my eyeballs fail to see.
I mean to say that every [Em] day is just another rotten mess, [E] and what's going to change my friend is anybody's guess.
[A] So I'm [Em] watching and I'm [A] awake, hoping for the best, [Em] even think I'll go to praying, [B] every time I hear them [E] saying
that there's no way to delay that trouble coming [G] every day.
[E] No way to [Em] delay that trouble coming every day.
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Wednesday I watch the riot, I see the cops out on the street, watch them throwing rocks and stuff and choking in [G] the heat.
_ Listen to reports about the whiskey passing round, seeing the smoking fire [E] and the market burning down.
Watch while [G] everybody on your street will take a turn, the stomping, smashing, bashing, [E] crashing, slashing, busting, [Em] burning.
And I'm watching and I'm [A] awake, hoping [G] for the best, even think I'll go to praying, [B] every time I hear them [E] saying
that there's no way to delay that trouble coming every day.
No way to delay [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 eat it,
and all that phony stuff on sports and all the unconfirmed reports.
You know I watch that rotten box until my head begins to hurt.
From checking out the [Em] way the [E] newsmen say they get the dirt, before the guys on channel so and so and further they [G] assert
that [E] any show they'll interrupt, they'll bring you news if it comes up.
They say that [Em] if the place blows up, they'll be the first to tell,
cause the boys they got downtown are [E] working hard and doing swell, and if anybody gets the news before it hits the street,
they say that no one [G] grabs it faster, their coverage can't be [E] beat.
And if another woman [G] driver [E] gets machine gunned from her seat,
they'll send some joker with a brown hair and you'll see it all complete.
[B] So I'm [Em] watching and I'm waiting, hoping for the [A] best,
even [G] think I'll go to [B] praying, every time I hear them [E] saying that there's no way to delay that trouble [G] coming every day.
[E] No way to delay 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. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well I've seen the fires burning, and the local people turning, all the merchants and the shops who used to sell their brims and mops,
and every other household item, watch them all just [Em] turn and bite them, [E] 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 [Em] discrimination, and [E] you can't 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'd say,
you want to go and do your in, cause the color of [Em] your skin just don't appeal to him, no [E] matter if it's black or white, because he's out for [G] blood tonight.
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_ _ _ _ You know we got to sit around at home and watch this thing begin, but I'll bet there won't [G] be many left [E] to see it really end,
cause a fire in the [G] street [E] ain't like a fire in the [Em] heart, and in the eyes of all these people, don't you know that this could start on any street in any town,
in any state if any clown decides to fight for [E] some ideal he thinks is right, and if a million more [G] agree, [E] there ain't 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 be is just a lousy janitor, and unless your uncle owns the store,
you know that five and every four just won't amount to [G] nothing more, [E] so we'll watch the rats go across the floor and make up songs about being poor. _
Blow your harmonica, son. _ _ _ _ _
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