Chords for David Bromberg "Cocaine Blues"

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I'm [G] sick of calling you mama, don't you take this, I'm no [C] fool.
[B] _ [Bb] _ [C] _ _ _
[F] Well, I wouldn't quit your mama _ _ while the [Bb] weather's cool. _ _ _ _
_ Well, around your [D] back door, _ [Eb] I will make [Bbm] my cream.
_ [Bb] Just as [G] long as you earn [C] the two and a [F] half [Bb] a week. _ _ _ _
_ You know [G] that I got a gal, she works the rich folks' yard.
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_ Oh, [F] she brings me meal, yeah, yeah, she brings me [Bb] love. _ _ _
_ _ Oh, she _ brings me [D] meal, _ [Eb] oh, the girl [Bb] will bring me love.
Oh, well, she brings [G] me [C] anything that [F] she can steal.
[Gm] _ _ [Dbm] _ [Eb] _
[Bb] _ I can call [G] my car _ ahead.
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_ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] Along comes Saturday when the nose all talk.
[Bb] The doctor says she can't sniff no more.
I [G] said, run to your doctor, I'll ring in the bell, [C] there's women in the alley.
_ _ [Eb] Boys out [E] sitting wild [F]
about my good [G] cocaine.
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[C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ [Eb] _
[Bb] _ _ You [G] know that the Frenchman, he come to my [B] door.
[C] _ Last Sunday morning, [Gm] [F] all he asked was my wife at home.
I [Bb] said, no, she's been long gone.
And [G] then he backed his truck right up to the door [C] and he took everything I had.
Whoa, [Eb] he carried it [Bb] on back to the furniture [G] store.
[F] I declare I did feel [Bb] sad.
_ _ [G] Now, what in the world has anybody _ _ got to [Cm] do with a furniture [C] man?
_ _ If [F] you got no dope, you pull up a shop, [Bb] he'll take everything he can.
_ [G] He'll take everything from a ugly plant, a skillet [C] to a frying pan.
Boy, [Eb] as if there ever [Bb] was a devil without [G] any [C] horns.
Must have [F] been a furniture [Bb] man.
_ I'm [G] going to call a rut.
Hey, hey.
[C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] Along comes Saturday when the nose all talk.
You know the [Bb] doctor said she can't sniff no more.
He [G] said cocaine for horses, not for manhood.
[C] He says it's going to kill me, but he don't say when.
[Eb] I'm [Gm] simply wild [F] about my good [Bb] cocaine. _ _
Watch _ [Eb] out!
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ [Bb] _