Chords for Furry Sings the Blues
Tempo:
71.2 bpm
Chords used:
D
Am
C
G
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am] [C] [G]
[D]
[G] Old [D] Peel Street is coming down, [C] Sweetie's snack bar, boarded up [Am] now,
And Eggles the tailor, and the Shine Boy's gone, Faded out with ragtime blues.
[G] And he's cast in [D] bronze, And he's [C] standing in a little park,
With his trumpet in his hand, [Am] Like he's listening back, to the good old bands,
And the click of high-heeled shoes, [D] Old Furry sings the blues,
[A] Propped up in his bed, with his [C] dentures and his leg removed,
[Am] And Jenny's there, for her kindness, And Furry's beer, she's the old band's angel [G] overseer.
[D]
[A] [C] [G]
On chaffs glitter [D] like gold-toothed caps, [F] [C] In the grey decay, they chew the last few [Am] dollars,
Off Old Peel Street's carcass, [Em] Carrying and mercy,
[G] Blue and [D] silver sparkling [A] drums, [F] Cheap [D] guitars, eye shades and [Am] guns,
Aimed at the hot blood of being no one, Down and out in Memphis, Tennessee,
[C] [D] Old Furry sings the blues, The ring and smoke and drink, and he'll play for you,
[C] [Am] It's mostly muttering now, Inside shows peel,
But there was one song he played, I could really [D] feel,
[A] [C] Furry's blues, Buddy, [Am] Old Furry's blues,
[G]
It's a double bill murder at [D] the New Daisy, [C] The old girl's silent across the street,
[Am] She's silent, waiting for the record's beat, Silent, staring at her stolen name,
[G] [Am] Diamond boys and [D] satin [C] dolls, Bourbon laughter, ghost history [Am] falls,
To parking lots and shopping malls, As they tear down Old Peel Street,
Old [D] Furry sings the blues, He points a bony finger at you, and says,
I don't like you, Everybody [Am] laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke,
But it's true, we're only welcome for our drink and smoke,
[D] [Em] [C]
Don't you see, Handy, I'm [D] rich and I'm famed, And I'm not familiar with what you play,
But [Am] I get such strong impressions of your heyday, Looking up and down Old Peel Street,
[G]
Ghosts of the dark [D] town society, Come right out of the bricks at me,
Like [Am] it's a Saturday night, They're in their finery,
Dancing it up and making deals, Furry [D] sings the blues,
[A]
Why should I [F] expect that [D] old guy to give it to me, True,
[Am]
Falling to hard luck, In time, and other thieves,
While our limo is shining on his shanty street, [D] Old Furry sings the blues,
[D]
[G] Old [D] Peel Street is coming down, [C] Sweetie's snack bar, boarded up [Am] now,
And Eggles the tailor, and the Shine Boy's gone, Faded out with ragtime blues.
[G] And he's cast in [D] bronze, And he's [C] standing in a little park,
With his trumpet in his hand, [Am] Like he's listening back, to the good old bands,
And the click of high-heeled shoes, [D] Old Furry sings the blues,
[A] Propped up in his bed, with his [C] dentures and his leg removed,
[Am] And Jenny's there, for her kindness, And Furry's beer, she's the old band's angel [G] overseer.
[D]
[A] [C] [G]
On chaffs glitter [D] like gold-toothed caps, [F] [C] In the grey decay, they chew the last few [Am] dollars,
Off Old Peel Street's carcass, [Em] Carrying and mercy,
[G] Blue and [D] silver sparkling [A] drums, [F] Cheap [D] guitars, eye shades and [Am] guns,
Aimed at the hot blood of being no one, Down and out in Memphis, Tennessee,
[C] [D] Old Furry sings the blues, The ring and smoke and drink, and he'll play for you,
[C] [Am] It's mostly muttering now, Inside shows peel,
But there was one song he played, I could really [D] feel,
[A] [C] Furry's blues, Buddy, [Am] Old Furry's blues,
[G]
It's a double bill murder at [D] the New Daisy, [C] The old girl's silent across the street,
[Am] She's silent, waiting for the record's beat, Silent, staring at her stolen name,
[G] [Am] Diamond boys and [D] satin [C] dolls, Bourbon laughter, ghost history [Am] falls,
To parking lots and shopping malls, As they tear down Old Peel Street,
Old [D] Furry sings the blues, He points a bony finger at you, and says,
I don't like you, Everybody [Am] laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke,
But it's true, we're only welcome for our drink and smoke,
[D] [Em] [C]
Don't you see, Handy, I'm [D] rich and I'm famed, And I'm not familiar with what you play,
But [Am] I get such strong impressions of your heyday, Looking up and down Old Peel Street,
[G]
Ghosts of the dark [D] town society, Come right out of the bricks at me,
Like [Am] it's a Saturday night, They're in their finery,
Dancing it up and making deals, Furry [D] sings the blues,
[A]
Why should I [F] expect that [D] old guy to give it to me, True,
[Am]
Falling to hard luck, In time, and other thieves,
While our limo is shining on his shanty street, [D] Old Furry sings the blues,
Key:
D
Am
C
G
A
D
Am
C
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Old [D] Peel Street is coming down, [C] _ Sweetie's snack bar, boarded up [Am] now,
And Eggles the tailor, and the Shine Boy's gone, Faded out with ragtime blues.
_ [G] _ And he's cast in [D] bronze, And he's [C] standing in a little park,
With his trumpet in his hand, [Am] Like he's listening back, to the good old bands,
And the click of high-heeled shoes, [D] Old Furry sings the blues,
[A] Propped up in his bed, with his [C] dentures and his leg removed,
[Am] And Jenny's there, for her kindness, And Furry's beer, she's the old band's angel [G] overseer.
[D] _ _
_ _ [A] _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
On chaffs glitter [D] like gold-toothed caps, [F] [C] In the grey decay, they chew the last few [Am] dollars,
Off Old Peel Street's carcass, _ _ [Em] Carrying and mercy,
[G] Blue and [D] silver sparkling [A] drums, [F] Cheap [D] guitars, eye shades and [Am] guns,
Aimed at the hot blood of being no one, Down and out in Memphis, Tennessee,
[C] [D] Old Furry sings the blues, The ring and smoke and drink, and he'll play for you,
[C] _ [Am] It's mostly muttering now, Inside shows peel,
But there was one song he played, I could really [D] feel,
_ _ _ [A] [C] Furry's blues, Buddy, _ [Am] Old Furry's blues,
_ _ [G] _
It's a double bill murder at [D] the New Daisy, [C] The old girl's silent across the street,
[Am] She's silent, waiting for the record's beat, Silent, staring at her stolen name,
[G] [Am] Diamond boys and [D] satin [C] dolls, Bourbon laughter, ghost history [Am] falls,
To parking lots and shopping malls, As they tear down Old Peel Street,
Old [D] Furry sings the blues, He points a bony finger at you, and says,
I don't like you, Everybody [Am] laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke,
But it's true, we're only welcome for our drink and smoke,
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [C] _ _
_ Don't you see, Handy, I'm [D] rich and I'm famed, And I'm not familiar with what you play,
But [Am] I get such strong impressions of your _ heyday, Looking up and down Old Peel Street,
_ [G]
Ghosts of the dark [D] town society, Come right out of the bricks at me,
Like [Am] it's a Saturday night, They're in their finery,
Dancing it up and making deals, Furry [D] sings the blues,
[A] _
Why should I [F] expect that [D] old guy to give it to me, True,
_ [Am]
Falling to hard luck, In time, and other thieves,
While our limo is shining on his shanty street, [D] Old Furry sings the blues, _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Old [D] Peel Street is coming down, [C] _ Sweetie's snack bar, boarded up [Am] now,
And Eggles the tailor, and the Shine Boy's gone, Faded out with ragtime blues.
_ [G] _ And he's cast in [D] bronze, And he's [C] standing in a little park,
With his trumpet in his hand, [Am] Like he's listening back, to the good old bands,
And the click of high-heeled shoes, [D] Old Furry sings the blues,
[A] Propped up in his bed, with his [C] dentures and his leg removed,
[Am] And Jenny's there, for her kindness, And Furry's beer, she's the old band's angel [G] overseer.
[D] _ _
_ _ [A] _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
On chaffs glitter [D] like gold-toothed caps, [F] [C] In the grey decay, they chew the last few [Am] dollars,
Off Old Peel Street's carcass, _ _ [Em] Carrying and mercy,
[G] Blue and [D] silver sparkling [A] drums, [F] Cheap [D] guitars, eye shades and [Am] guns,
Aimed at the hot blood of being no one, Down and out in Memphis, Tennessee,
[C] [D] Old Furry sings the blues, The ring and smoke and drink, and he'll play for you,
[C] _ [Am] It's mostly muttering now, Inside shows peel,
But there was one song he played, I could really [D] feel,
_ _ _ [A] [C] Furry's blues, Buddy, _ [Am] Old Furry's blues,
_ _ [G] _
It's a double bill murder at [D] the New Daisy, [C] The old girl's silent across the street,
[Am] She's silent, waiting for the record's beat, Silent, staring at her stolen name,
[G] [Am] Diamond boys and [D] satin [C] dolls, Bourbon laughter, ghost history [Am] falls,
To parking lots and shopping malls, As they tear down Old Peel Street,
Old [D] Furry sings the blues, He points a bony finger at you, and says,
I don't like you, Everybody [Am] laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke,
But it's true, we're only welcome for our drink and smoke,
[D] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [C] _ _
_ Don't you see, Handy, I'm [D] rich and I'm famed, And I'm not familiar with what you play,
But [Am] I get such strong impressions of your _ heyday, Looking up and down Old Peel Street,
_ [G]
Ghosts of the dark [D] town society, Come right out of the bricks at me,
Like [Am] it's a Saturday night, They're in their finery,
Dancing it up and making deals, Furry [D] sings the blues,
[A] _
Why should I [F] expect that [D] old guy to give it to me, True,
_ [Am]
Falling to hard luck, In time, and other thieves,
While our limo is shining on his shanty street, [D] Old Furry sings the blues, _
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