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From uunet!cbmvax!macon Wed Jul 1 15:39:18 PDT 1992
Article: 445 of alt.guitar.tab
Path: nevada.edu!uunet!cbmvax!macon
From: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com (Glen Macon)
Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab
Subject: Music : statesboro blues
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Date: 1 Jul 92 13:33:10 GMT
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Organization: COMMODORE West Cester PA
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Title: STATESBORO BLUES (Blind Willie McTell)
C7 F7 C7
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
F7 C7
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
G7 F7 C7
You got no love babe, to turn Uncle John from your door.
C7 F7 C7
I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues
F7 C7
I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues
G7 F7 C7
I looked over in the corner, and grandpa seemed to have them too.
LEAD
G7 C7
Well my momma died and left me
C7
My poppa died and left me
C7
I ain't god lookin' baby
C7
But somewhere I'm sweet and kind
F7 C7
I'm goin' to the country, baby do you want to go
G7 F7 C7
If you can't make it baby, your sister Lucile said she wanna go
(and I sure will take her).
C7 F7 C7
I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
F7 C7
I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
G7 F7 C7
She treats me like a king, I treat her like a dog gone queen.
C7 F7 C7
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
F7 C7
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
G7 F7 C7
You got no love babe, to turn Uncle John from your door.
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