From: WAGMG@aol.com Date: Fri, 7 Nov 1997 19:32:15 -0500 (EST) Subject: crd: "Loser's Samba" by Martin Mull "Loser's Samba" (M.Mull) Verse 1: Em9 Oh wow, how did I get so strung out, A13 There was a time I was young and hung out D7M There never was a party that you didn't find Marty, C6/9 On Friday night - Saturday night. Em9 But now my stomach measures a mile, A13 Bb13 B13 B7 It takes a bottle just to make me smile. G A7 And my friends are saying "Jesus Christ he's such a bore, D B7 He don't take dope or even talk about the war." Em7 A7 I just take a little drink another little drink, D7M B7 And then I have me just another drink more. Em7 And when I wake up in the morning = A7 F#m7 B7 Good God my kidneys are sore, Em7 Gm9 Gm7 D7M B7 Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from my package store. verse2: Oh wow, how did I get so messed up? It seems like yesterday I was young and hung out. The minute that I woke up I'd go and do some coke up I was feeling high - what a guy. And now I watch my color tv, Let Johnny Carson make a fool of me. And my friends aint been around in a year or more. They're off somewhere together making posters for the war. And so I sit at home and drink another little drink, and then I have me just a couple "hic" more. And when I wake up in the morning Good God some mornings I'm sore, Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store. Solo Verse 3: Oh wow how did I get so bent out It seems like yesterday I was young and went out. Making all my money being high and being funny- I was on a trip - Like Mister Super Hip. And now that easy money's all spent, I got a crummy job just to pay the rent. And the thing that broke inside me it aint going away. I got to call the boss and say I won't be in today. I'm going to sit at home and drink another little drink, if I drink enough I'll feel Okay. And once more, I'm gonna wake up in the morning = feeling oh oh so sore, Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store.