Chords for Doc Watson - Life Gets Teejus Don't It

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F#

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This is a sort of a portrait in words to a lazy country boy.
Now I can't think of anybody in the world that would fit any better than me or Merle Ewan.
[F#m] Because when it's hot in the summertime, I'm just about as lazy as I can be and Merle's a chip off the old block, you know.
[D] Or Rosalie said he was, anyway.
[F#]
[B]
[G] [F#]
[D] [F#m]
Yes, [Bm] [D]
if she hears that, I'll be [G] murdered.
[D] A little tune that's just actually talked of, and there's a little picking along the way,
and the music on this sounds like [N] something somebody stole from one of those little classic old ditties, you know, [D] that's not really folk music.
[E] It's a thing called, [F#m] it's a thing called, Life Gets Tejas, Don't It?
[B] [F#m]
[Em] [A]
[D]
[Em] [A]
[D] The sun comes up [Em] and the sun goes down, [A] and the hands on the clock go [D] round and round,
and I just get up and it's [Em] time to lay down.
[A] Life Gets Tejas, [D] Don't It?
My shoes untied, but [Em] shucks, I don't care, [A] cause I reckon I [D] ain't a-going nowhere.
I'd wash my face and [Em] comb my hair.
[A] It's just too much wasted [D] effort.
[A] [Em]
[A] [F#m] [D]
I open the door and the [Em] flies swarm in, and [A] when I shut the door, I'm a [D]-sweating again.
And in the process, [Em] I crack my shin.
[A] Just one darn thing [D] after another.
The cow went dry [Em] and the hens won't lay, and [A] the fish all quit biting [D] last Saturday.
My troubles keep piling [Em] up day by day, and now I'm getting [A] dandruff.
[D]
[Em] [A]
[D]
[Em] [A]
[D] My old gray mule, you [Em] know I think the rascal's sick, [A] for when I stuck him in the rump with a [D] pen on a stick,
he humped up his back, but he [Em] just wouldn't kick.
[A] There's something cock-eyed [D] somewhere.
Old hounds [A] a-howling, [Em] so forlorn.
[A] That's the laziest [D] dog that ever was born.
He's a-howling because he's [Em] a-sitting on a thorn, [A] and he's just too tired to [D] move over.
[Em] [A]
[D]
Tin roof leaks and [Em] the chimney leans, [A] and there's a hole in the seat of my [D] old blue jeans,
and I've had up the last of [Em] the pork and beans.
[A] Just can't depend on nothing.
[D]
[Em] [A]
[D]
[Em] [A]
[D] The mouse been annoying on [Em] my cupboard door.
[D] He's been at it now for I guess a month or more.
When he gets in there, [Em] he's sure gonna be sore.
[A] Ain't a darn [D] thing in it.
[Em]
[A] [D]
It's debts and [Em] taxes and pains and [A] woes, and aches and [D] miseries, and that's how it goes.
At Dow, I'm [Em] getting a cold of a [A] doze.
Life gets [D] tasteless, don't it?
[Em]
[A] [D]
[Em]
[A] [D]
The sun comes up and the [Em] sun goes down, and [A] the hands on the clock [D] go round and round.
I just get up [Em] and it's time to lay [A] down.
Life gets [D] tasteless, don't it?
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This is a sort of a portrait in words to a lazy country boy.
Now I can't think of anybody in the world that would fit any better than me or Merle Ewan.
_ [F#m] _ _ Because when it's hot in the summertime, I'm just about as lazy as I can be and Merle's a chip off the old block, you know.
_ [D] _ Or Rosalie said he was, anyway.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
Yes, _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
if she hears that, I'll be [G] murdered. _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ A little tune that's just actually talked of, and there's a little picking along the way,
and the music on this sounds like [N] something somebody stole from one of those little classic old ditties, you know, [D] that's not really folk music.
[E] It's a thing called, _ [F#m] it's a thing called, Life Gets Tejas, Don't It? _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ The sun comes up [Em] and the sun goes down, [A] and the hands on the clock go [D] round and round,
_ _ and I just get up and it's [Em] time to lay down.
[A] _ Life Gets Tejas, [D] Don't It? _ _ _ _ _ _
_ My shoes untied, but [Em] shucks, I don't care, _ [A] cause I reckon I [D] ain't a-going nowhere.
_ I'd wash my face and [Em] comb my hair.
_ [A] It's just too much wasted [D] effort. _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [F#m] _ [D] _ _ _
_ I open the door and the [Em] flies swarm in, and [A] when I shut the door, I'm a [D]-sweating again. _
And in the process, [Em] I crack my shin.
_ [A] Just one darn thing [D] after another. _
_ _ _ _ _ The cow went dry [Em] and the hens won't lay, and [A] the fish all quit biting [D] last Saturday.
_ _ My troubles keep piling [Em] up day by day, _ _ _ _ _ and now I'm getting [A] dandruff. _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ My old gray mule, you [Em] know I think the rascal's sick, [A] for when I stuck him in the rump with a [D] pen on a stick,
_ he humped up his back, but he [Em] just wouldn't kick.
[A] _ There's something cock-eyed [D] somewhere.
_ _ _ Old hounds [A] a-howling, [Em] so forlorn.
_ [A] That's the laziest [D] dog that ever was born.
He's a-howling because he's [Em] a-sitting on a thorn, [A] and he's just too tired to [D] move over. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Tin roof leaks and [Em] the chimney leans, [A] and there's a hole in the seat of my [D] old blue jeans,
and I've had up the last of [Em] the pork and beans.
[A] _ Just can't depend on nothing.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ The mouse been annoying on [Em] my cupboard door. _ _ _ _ _
[D] He's been at it now for I guess a month or more. _
_ When he gets in there, [Em] he's sure gonna be sore.
[A] _ Ain't a darn [D] thing in it. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ It's debts and [Em] taxes and pains and [A] woes, and aches and [D] miseries, and that's how it goes.
At Dow, I'm [Em] getting a cold of a [A] doze.
Life gets [D] tasteless, don't it?
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
The sun comes up and the [Em] sun goes down, and [A] the hands on the clock [D] go round and round. _ _
_ I just get up [Em] and it's time to lay [A] down.
Life gets [D] tasteless, don't it?
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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