Fumblin' With The Blues taby ukulele według Tom Waits

(Am)Friday left (E7)me fumblin' with the (Am)blues(E7)(Am)
And it's hard to win when (F)you always (E)lose
Because the (Am)nightspots spend your (E7)spirit 
beat your (Am)head against the (Dm)wall
(Am)two dead-ends and (E7) you still got to (Am)choose(E7)(Am)

(Am)You know the bartenders (E7)they all know my (Am)name(E7)(Am)
and they catch me when I'm (F)pulling up (E)lame
and I'm a (Am)pool-shooting-(E7)shimmy-
shyester (Am)shaking my (Dm)head
(Am)when I should be (E7)living clean in (Am)stead(E7)(Am)

(Am)You know the ladies (E7)I've been seeing off and (Am)on(E7)(Am)
well they spend your love (F)then they're (E)gone
you can't be loving (Am)someone who is (E7)savage and cruel
(Am)Take your love (E7)and then they (Am)leave on (E7)out of (Am)town

(Am)When I'm falling in love, (E7)It's such a (Am)breeze(E7)(Am)
(Am)but it's standing up that's (F)so hard for (E)me
I wanna (Am)sqeeze you but I'm (E7)scared to 
death I'll (Am)break your back (Dm)instead
(Am)You know your (E7)perfume, well it (Am)won't let (E7)me (Am)be

(Am)You know the bartenders (E7)they all know my (Am)name(E7)(Am)
and they catch me when I'm (F)pulling up (E)lame
and I'm a (Am)pool-shooting-(E7)shimmy-
shyester (Am)shaking my (Dm)head
(Am)when I should be (E7)living clean in (Am)stead(E7)(Am)

(Am)so come on baby, (E7)let your love light (Am)shine(E7)(Am)
gotta bury me in(F)side of your (E)fire
cause your (Am)eyes are enough to (E7)blind me
you're like a-(Am)looking at the (Dm)sun
(Am)you gotta (E7)whisper (Am)tell me (E7)I'm the (Am)one
come on and (F)whisper tell me (E7)I'm the (Am)one(E7)(Am)
gotta (F)whisper tell me (E)I'm the (Am)one
come on and (F)whisper tell me (E7)I'm the (Am)one(E7)(Am)