Ghost Blues chords
Loudon Wainwright III (album version)
A E 4x
[A]My Old [E]dog [A]misses me [E]so
[A]To the beach or the [E]dog park, [B7]he don t want to [E]go
No, he [A]lies there [E]waiting at the [A]foot of my [E]bed
Because he [A]knows I m right [E]there even [B7]though I m [E]dead
[A]You late [E]husband, [A]that would be [E]me
I ve been [A]gone so [E]long I m just a [B7]faint memo[E]ry
I ve been dis[A]paraged in [E]passing by your [A]friends late at [E]night
[A]I blew out the [E]candles on em, [B7]it served em [E]right
The [A]day that I [E]died, I [A]knew I was [E]toast
Next day I was [A]hanging out with [B7]Marley s [E]ghost
[A]Help this [E]father, he s a [A]friend of [E]mine
[B7]That old Cain can t keep from crying
At my [A]memorial [E]service there was [A]quite a turn[E]out
[A]Some stayed a[E]way, hey, what was [B7]that all a[E]bout?
Tell me, didn t she [A]love me[E], didn t he [A]care?
Nobody [E]saw me out [B7]I was right [E]there (I was doing a head count)
[A] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] [B7] [E]
Now I m [A]out of the [E]picture, yeah, I m [A]off of the [E]hook
Just a [A]chuck of [E]time, that was [B7]all that it [E]took
Was it a [A]shot from a [E]gun, a [A]slip of a [E]knife?
[A]I don t know what [E]killed me, Lord, it [B7]might have been [E]life
I [A]had a few [E]children,[A] wrote a few [E]songs
I got [A]some of it [E]right and a [B7]lot of it [E]wrong
I [A]bought a few [E]houses, a few [A]boats, a few [E]cars
[B7]Being a ghost you might as well be on Mars
Cause you re so far off
[A] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] [B7] [E]
[A]Being a [E]ghost is, [A]you re just in be[E]tween
[A]Each and [E]every day of the year is [B7]Hallo[E]ween, yeah
You re [A]hanging a[E]round but you re not [A]really [E]there
You re [A]hovering [E]over your own [B7]old easy c[E]hair
Lord, I was [A]hoping for [E]heaven, that [A]would ve been [E]swell
Cause [A]being a [E]ghost, Lord, it s just like [B7]being in [E]hell
You re [A]hungry and you re [E]tired and you [A]can t get no [E]rest
An though I d [A]settle for [E]heaven, o[B7]blivion would be [E]best
I ve been [A]flying a[E]round [A]rattling [E]chains
Appearing in [A]mirrors just to [B7]make you in[E]sane
Making those [A]noises in your [E]house late at night, yeah
[B7]I got to haunt you even though it ain t right
[A]My Old [E]dog [A]misses me [E]so
[A]To the beach or the [E]dog park, [B7]he don t want to [E]go
No, he [A]lies there [E]waiting at the [A]foot of my [E]bed
Because he [A]knows I m right [E]there even [B7]though I m [E]dead . . .
Set8
Loudon Wainwright III (album version)
A E 4x
[A]My Old [E]dog [A]misses me [E]so
[A]To the beach or the [E]dog park, [B7]he don t want to [E]go
No, he [A]lies there [E]waiting at the [A]foot of my [E]bed
Because he [A]knows I m right [E]there even [B7]though I m [E]dead
[A]You late [E]husband, [A]that would be [E]me
I ve been [A]gone so [E]long I m just a [B7]faint memo[E]ry
I ve been dis[A]paraged in [E]passing by your [A]friends late at [E]night
[A]I blew out the [E]candles on em, [B7]it served em [E]right
The [A]day that I [E]died, I [A]knew I was [E]toast
Next day I was [A]hanging out with [B7]Marley s [E]ghost
[A]Help this [E]father, he s a [A]friend of [E]mine
[B7]That old Cain can t keep from crying
At my [A]memorial [E]service there was [A]quite a turn[E]out
[A]Some stayed a[E]way, hey, what was [B7]that all a[E]bout?
Tell me, didn t she [A]love me[E], didn t he [A]care?
Nobody [E]saw me out [B7]I was right [E]there (I was doing a head count)
[A] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] [B7] [E]
Now I m [A]out of the [E]picture, yeah, I m [A]off of the [E]hook
Just a [A]chuck of [E]time, that was [B7]all that it [E]took
Was it a [A]shot from a [E]gun, a [A]slip of a [E]knife?
[A]I don t know what [E]killed me, Lord, it [B7]might have been [E]life
I [A]had a few [E]children,[A] wrote a few [E]songs
I got [A]some of it [E]right and a [B7]lot of it [E]wrong
I [A]bought a few [E]houses, a few [A]boats, a few [E]cars
[B7]Being a ghost you might as well be on Mars
Cause you re so far off
[A] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] [B7] [E]
[A]Being a [E]ghost is, [A]you re just in be[E]tween
[A]Each and [E]every day of the year is [B7]Hallo[E]ween, yeah
You re [A]hanging a[E]round but you re not [A]really [E]there
You re [A]hovering [E]over your own [B7]old easy c[E]hair
Lord, I was [A]hoping for [E]heaven, that [A]would ve been [E]swell
Cause [A]being a [E]ghost, Lord, it s just like [B7]being in [E]hell
You re [A]hungry and you re [E]tired and you [A]can t get no [E]rest
An though I d [A]settle for [E]heaven, o[B7]blivion would be [E]best
I ve been [A]flying a[E]round [A]rattling [E]chains
Appearing in [A]mirrors just to [B7]make you in[E]sane
Making those [A]noises in your [E]house late at night, yeah
[B7]I got to haunt you even though it ain t right
[A]My Old [E]dog [A]misses me [E]so
[A]To the beach or the [E]dog park, [B7]he don t want to [E]go
No, he [A]lies there [E]waiting at the [A]foot of my [E]bed
Because he [A]knows I m right [E]there even [B7]though I m [E]dead . . .
Set8
