Chords for The Weed Smoker's Blues
Tempo:
117.85 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Cm
G
D
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm] [Gm] [C#]
[D#] [Gm]
Well, I had an honest job pushing the pen [G] across the paper, [Cm] making sure the figures [Gm] added up all right.
Then I picked up a nasty habit from a friend who [G] was a waiter.
Pretty [Cm] soon I smoke and reefer [Gm] almost every night.
Next thing I knew I was unemployed, [C#] dirty, lazy, and paranoid.
[G] [D] [Gm] Well, you can grow it up, bag it up, break it up, [G] roll it [Cm] up, and keep it till your mind turns [Gm] to dust too.
Oh, [Cm] but when you smoke so much of that stuff [Gm] and you [C#] still can't get [D#] enough, well, you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G] [Cm]
[Gm] [C#] [D#] [D]
[Gm] Now, once I lost my job, I had no way to earn a living.
My [Cm] friend told me I should try my hand [Gm] at dealing dope.
Well, I thought it might be risky, but ignored all my misgivings, cause I [Cm] couldn't even go a day [Gm] without a tote.
By then I would have done anything to [B] get my hands [D] on that green.
[A] You [Gm] can grow it up, bag it up, break it up, roll it up, and [Cm] keep it till your mind turns to dust too.
[G] Oh, but when you [Cm] smoke so much of that stuff [Gm] and you still can't [C#] get enough, well, [D#] you've got the [D] weed smokers [Gm] blues.
[G] [Cm]
[C] [Gm]
[Cm]
[Gm]
[G] [Gm]
[Cm]
[Gm] [Cm]
[G] [C#] [D#] [D]
[Gm] I was slangin' from the hothouse, one bag after another, when [Cm] we got word that we'd be doin' our [Gm] biggest deal so far.
That turned out to be the police, operatin' [Dm] undercover.
They took [Cm] my stash and locked me up behind [Gm] these awful bars.
Now, all I do is sit and cry, [C#] thought I'd be here [D] till I [G] died.
[D]
[G] You can grow it up, bag it up, [Gm] break it up, roll it [Cm] up, and keep it till your mind turns [Gm] to dust too.
[G]
[Cm] Oh, but when you smoke so much of that stuff [G] and you still can't [C#] get enough, [D#] well, you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G]
And when [Cm] you puff, puff, puff, [Gm] and you still can't get [C#] enough, [D#] you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
Oh, [C#] I've had them.
[D#] You've got [D] the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G] [Cm] [Gm] [A]
[D#] [Gm]
[D#] [Gm]
Well, I had an honest job pushing the pen [G] across the paper, [Cm] making sure the figures [Gm] added up all right.
Then I picked up a nasty habit from a friend who [G] was a waiter.
Pretty [Cm] soon I smoke and reefer [Gm] almost every night.
Next thing I knew I was unemployed, [C#] dirty, lazy, and paranoid.
[G] [D] [Gm] Well, you can grow it up, bag it up, break it up, [G] roll it [Cm] up, and keep it till your mind turns [Gm] to dust too.
Oh, [Cm] but when you smoke so much of that stuff [Gm] and you [C#] still can't get [D#] enough, well, you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G] [Cm]
[Gm] [C#] [D#] [D]
[Gm] Now, once I lost my job, I had no way to earn a living.
My [Cm] friend told me I should try my hand [Gm] at dealing dope.
Well, I thought it might be risky, but ignored all my misgivings, cause I [Cm] couldn't even go a day [Gm] without a tote.
By then I would have done anything to [B] get my hands [D] on that green.
[A] You [Gm] can grow it up, bag it up, break it up, roll it up, and [Cm] keep it till your mind turns to dust too.
[G] Oh, but when you [Cm] smoke so much of that stuff [Gm] and you still can't [C#] get enough, well, [D#] you've got the [D] weed smokers [Gm] blues.
[G] [Cm]
[C] [Gm]
[Cm]
[Gm]
[G] [Gm]
[Cm]
[Gm] [Cm]
[G] [C#] [D#] [D]
[Gm] I was slangin' from the hothouse, one bag after another, when [Cm] we got word that we'd be doin' our [Gm] biggest deal so far.
That turned out to be the police, operatin' [Dm] undercover.
They took [Cm] my stash and locked me up behind [Gm] these awful bars.
Now, all I do is sit and cry, [C#] thought I'd be here [D] till I [G] died.
[D]
[G] You can grow it up, bag it up, [Gm] break it up, roll it [Cm] up, and keep it till your mind turns [Gm] to dust too.
[G]
[Cm] Oh, but when you smoke so much of that stuff [G] and you still can't [C#] get enough, [D#] well, you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G]
And when [Cm] you puff, puff, puff, [Gm] and you still can't get [C#] enough, [D#] you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
Oh, [C#] I've had them.
[D#] You've got [D] the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G] [Cm] [Gm] [A]
[D#] [Gm]
Key:
Gm
Cm
G
D
C#
Gm
Cm
G
_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C#] _
_ [D#] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
Well, I had an honest job pushing the pen [G] across the paper, [Cm] making sure the figures [Gm] added up all right.
Then I picked up a nasty habit from a friend who [G] was a waiter.
Pretty [Cm] soon I smoke and reefer [Gm] almost every night.
Next thing I knew I was unemployed, [C#] dirty, lazy, and paranoid.
[G] _ _ [D] _ [Gm] Well, you can grow it up, bag it up, break it up, [G] roll it [Cm] up, and keep it till your mind turns [Gm] to dust too.
Oh, [Cm] but when you smoke so much of that stuff [Gm] and you [C#] still can't get [D#] enough, well, you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#] _ _ [D] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ Now, once I lost my job, I had no way to earn a living.
My [Cm] friend told me I should try my hand [Gm] at dealing dope.
Well, I thought it might be risky, but ignored all my misgivings, cause I [Cm] couldn't even go a day [Gm] without a tote.
By then I would have done anything to [B] get my hands [D] on that green.
[A] You [Gm] can grow it up, bag it up, break it up, roll it up, and [Cm] keep it till your mind turns to dust too.
_ [G] Oh, but when you [Cm] smoke so much of that stuff [Gm] and you still can't [C#] get enough, well, [D#] you've got the [D] weed smokers [Gm] blues. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Cm] _
_ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#] _ _ [D] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ I was slangin' from the hothouse, one bag after another, when [Cm] we got word that we'd be doin' our [Gm] biggest deal so far.
That turned out to be the police, operatin' [Dm] undercover.
They took [Cm] my stash and locked me up behind [Gm] these awful bars.
Now, all I do is sit and cry, [C#] thought I'd be here [D] till I [G] died.
_ [D] _
[G] You can grow it up, bag it up, [Gm] break it up, roll it [Cm] up, and keep it till your mind turns [Gm] to dust too.
[G] _
[Cm] Oh, but when you smoke so much of that stuff [G] and you still can't [C#] get enough, [D#] well, you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G]
And when [Cm] you puff, puff, puff, [Gm] and you still can't get [C#] enough, [D#] you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
Oh, [C#] I've had them.
[D#] You've got [D] the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [A] _
_ [D#] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D#] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
Well, I had an honest job pushing the pen [G] across the paper, [Cm] making sure the figures [Gm] added up all right.
Then I picked up a nasty habit from a friend who [G] was a waiter.
Pretty [Cm] soon I smoke and reefer [Gm] almost every night.
Next thing I knew I was unemployed, [C#] dirty, lazy, and paranoid.
[G] _ _ [D] _ [Gm] Well, you can grow it up, bag it up, break it up, [G] roll it [Cm] up, and keep it till your mind turns [Gm] to dust too.
Oh, [Cm] but when you smoke so much of that stuff [Gm] and you [C#] still can't get [D#] enough, well, you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#] _ _ [D] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ Now, once I lost my job, I had no way to earn a living.
My [Cm] friend told me I should try my hand [Gm] at dealing dope.
Well, I thought it might be risky, but ignored all my misgivings, cause I [Cm] couldn't even go a day [Gm] without a tote.
By then I would have done anything to [B] get my hands [D] on that green.
[A] You [Gm] can grow it up, bag it up, break it up, roll it up, and [Cm] keep it till your mind turns to dust too.
_ [G] Oh, but when you [Cm] smoke so much of that stuff [Gm] and you still can't [C#] get enough, well, [D#] you've got the [D] weed smokers [Gm] blues. _ _ _ _
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_ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [C#] _ _ [D#] _ _ [D] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ I was slangin' from the hothouse, one bag after another, when [Cm] we got word that we'd be doin' our [Gm] biggest deal so far.
That turned out to be the police, operatin' [Dm] undercover.
They took [Cm] my stash and locked me up behind [Gm] these awful bars.
Now, all I do is sit and cry, [C#] thought I'd be here [D] till I [G] died.
_ [D] _
[G] You can grow it up, bag it up, [Gm] break it up, roll it [Cm] up, and keep it till your mind turns [Gm] to dust too.
[G] _
[Cm] Oh, but when you smoke so much of that stuff [G] and you still can't [C#] get enough, [D#] well, you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G]
And when [Cm] you puff, puff, puff, [Gm] and you still can't get [C#] enough, [D#] you've [D] got the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
Oh, [C#] I've had them.
[D#] You've got [D] the weed [Gm] smokers blues.
[G] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [A] _
_ [D#] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
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