• B
  • C
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Tom:
F Friday night I started my first fist fight Got me kicked out of the bar When I went stumbling through
C The parking lot, you know I could not find my car
F So I bummed a ride from Bessie My old school friend She said, Honey, where you want to go? But all I said is, I think this might be the end
C And I'm feeling sick so could you drive me slow?
F B F B Because my man he up and left me, left me in dust
F Doctor, lawyer, banker, tell me who can I trust?
B F Somebody fix me Fix me from head to toe
C B You'd better drop a line Or else you're leaving me out in cold
F That man of mine he sure was one of a kind He never did treat me wrong He was the sweet kind of man Who kept me straight in line
C But now hes got me singing this low-down song
F Now I ain't got nobody round To come and help me get well When all I do is drink and cry Preacher man said Baby, why don't you help yourself?
C But I'm too low-down to even try
F B F B I've drank up all my brandy, finished all my wine
F I need your love candy, make me feel just fine
B F Somebody fix me Fix me from head to toe
C B You'd better drop a line Or else you're leaving me out in the cold
F I was a real good girl for most of my early life I figured someday Id make some man a real good wife I always washed my knickers, pressed my blue, blue jeans
C I've got no idea how I got so mean
F B F B Now my man he up and left me, left me in the dust
F Doctor, lawyer, banker, tell me who can I trust?
B F Somebody fix me Fix me from head to toe
C B You'd better drop a line Or else you're leaving me out in the cold
  • B
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