Em B Long time ago when I was youngEm I bought a guitar in the little shop in townG B and I went home and practiced every dayEm and not before too long i started writing songs that I would play Chorus 1:G Everyone who heard my songsC told me that it wouldn't be too longD G before I would be a famous music writer And every night I sat aloneC Listening to the radioG B Em And then I thought soon it will be my turnVerse 2: Each night when folks came to my place I picked my guitar up and played the songs I've made I was told I'd be a millionaire And when they heard my songs they said it won't be too long until you're there Chorus 2: Worn out shoes still got the blues Every day now is a fight I lose I guess I turned out to be a lousy fighter When I came to this big town All important people put me down And I was told I'm a no good writer Bridge:G D All the letters that I write to my folks are full of liesC Em when I'm writing about the fortune that I madeG D When I left my mama said silly boy don't lose your headC Em now I'm wishing by my god that I had stayed Verse 3: Longtime ago when I was young I bought a guitar in the little shop in town and when I touch its old and tired strings It sounds so sad and wrong just like the lonely songs I always sing Chorus 3: Worn out shoes still got the blues Every day now is a fight I lose I guess I turn out to be a lousy fighter When I came to this big town All important people put me down And I was told I'm a no good writer
Im A No Good Writer
Eddie Meduza
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