Rub Me Raw Chords by Warren Zevon
Tempo:
84.1 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
Em
G
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw.
Every single cure seems [A] to be against [E] the law.
Went and told my psychic, I said, keep it to yourself.
I don't want to hear it.
Don't [A] be telling no one [E] else.
Words out on the street, [Em] whispers in the night.
They come out of the woodwork.
Want [A] to see what it's [E] like?
Tickle, lickle, lickle.
[Em] Want to run that voodoo down.
[E] How the crowd gets fickle when [A] you throw your sister to the [E] ground.
[A] Oh, I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw.
[A] Oh, I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw.
And I'm shaking all over.
I'm a shuddering mess.
But I'm gonna sit up straight.
I'm [A] gonna take it real [E] fast.
Old man used to tell me, son, never look back.
Move on to the next case.
[A] Fold your [E] clothes and pack.
The green horn chicken [Em] hoppers, I said.
Get yourself a trade.
Go back to the chat room.
[A] You say, then [E] you say, [A] oh, I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw.
I [A] say, oh, I know [G] these blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw.
[Em]
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[Em] [E]
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[E]
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[E] [Em] [E]
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[E] [A] Oh, [G] I know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw.
I [A] say, oh, I [G] know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw.
Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw.
Every single cure [A] seems to be [E] against the law.
I was walking pretty well.
Then I fell into a hole.
I should climb out quick.
But I [A] hate doing what I'm [E] told.
Got a wang [Em]-dang doodle right here, Bob Snake.
I ain't just gold-head gumbo.
[A] It's keeping [E] me alive.
I don't want your pity or your $50 worth.
I don't share your need [A] to discuss the [E] absurd.
[A] Oh, I [G] know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw.
[A] Oh, I know [G] these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw.
[Em] Rub me raw.
Hey!
[E] [A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[Bm] [E] [A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[F#] [A]
[F#] [E]
[Em]
Every single cure seems [A] to be against [E] the law.
Went and told my psychic, I said, keep it to yourself.
I don't want to hear it.
Don't [A] be telling no one [E] else.
Words out on the street, [Em] whispers in the night.
They come out of the woodwork.
Want [A] to see what it's [E] like?
Tickle, lickle, lickle.
[Em] Want to run that voodoo down.
[E] How the crowd gets fickle when [A] you throw your sister to the [E] ground.
[A] Oh, I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw.
[A] Oh, I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw.
And I'm shaking all over.
I'm a shuddering mess.
But I'm gonna sit up straight.
I'm [A] gonna take it real [E] fast.
Old man used to tell me, son, never look back.
Move on to the next case.
[A] Fold your [E] clothes and pack.
The green horn chicken [Em] hoppers, I said.
Get yourself a trade.
Go back to the chat room.
[A] You say, then [E] you say, [A] oh, I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw.
I [A] say, oh, I know [G] these blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw.
[Em]
[A]
[Em] [E]
[A]
[E]
[A]
[E] [Em] [E]
[A]
[E] [A] Oh, [G] I know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw.
I [A] say, oh, I [G] know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw.
Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw.
Every single cure [A] seems to be [E] against the law.
I was walking pretty well.
Then I fell into a hole.
I should climb out quick.
But I [A] hate doing what I'm [E] told.
Got a wang [Em]-dang doodle right here, Bob Snake.
I ain't just gold-head gumbo.
[A] It's keeping [E] me alive.
I don't want your pity or your $50 worth.
I don't share your need [A] to discuss the [E] absurd.
[A] Oh, I [G] know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw.
[A] Oh, I know [G] these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw.
[Em] Rub me raw.
Hey!
[E] [A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[Bm] [E] [A]
[E]
[A]
[E]
[F#] [A]
[F#] [E]
[Em]
Key:
A
E
Em
G
F#
A
E
Em
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_ Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw.
_ Every single cure seems [A] to be against [E] the law.
_ Went and told my psychic, I said, keep it to yourself.
_ I don't want to hear it.
Don't [A] be telling no one [E] else.
_ Words out on the street, [Em] _ whispers in the night.
They come out of the woodwork.
Want [A] to see what it's [E] like?
_ Tickle, lickle, lickle.
[Em] Want to run that voodoo down.
_ [E] How the crowd gets fickle when [A] you throw your sister to the [E] ground.
_ [A] Oh, I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] Oh, I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And I'm shaking all over.
I'm a shuddering mess.
But I'm gonna sit up straight.
I'm [A] gonna take it real [E] fast.
_ Old man used to tell me, son, never look back.
_ Move on to the next case.
[A] Fold your [E] clothes and pack.
The green horn chicken [Em] hoppers, I said.
Get yourself a trade.
_ Go back to the chat room.
[A] You say, then [E] you say, [A] oh, _ I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw. _ _ _ _ _
I [A] say, oh, I know [G] these blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] Oh, _ [G] I know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw. _ _ _ _ _
I [A] say, oh, I [G] know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw.
_ Every single cure [A] seems to be [E] against the law.
I was walking pretty well.
Then I fell into a hole.
I should climb out quick.
But I [A] hate doing what I'm [E] told.
_ Got a wang [Em]-dang doodle right here, Bob Snake.
I ain't just gold-head gumbo.
[A] It's keeping [E] me alive.
I don't want your pity or your $50 worth.
_ I don't share your need [A] to discuss the [E] absurd.
_ [A] Oh, I [G] know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] Oh, I know [G] these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw.
_ _ [Em] _ Rub me raw.
_ _ _ Hey! _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _
[F#] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw.
_ Every single cure seems [A] to be against [E] the law.
_ Went and told my psychic, I said, keep it to yourself.
_ I don't want to hear it.
Don't [A] be telling no one [E] else.
_ Words out on the street, [Em] _ whispers in the night.
They come out of the woodwork.
Want [A] to see what it's [E] like?
_ Tickle, lickle, lickle.
[Em] Want to run that voodoo down.
_ [E] How the crowd gets fickle when [A] you throw your sister to the [E] ground.
_ [A] Oh, I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw. _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] Oh, I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And I'm shaking all over.
I'm a shuddering mess.
But I'm gonna sit up straight.
I'm [A] gonna take it real [E] fast.
_ Old man used to tell me, son, never look back.
_ Move on to the next case.
[A] Fold your [E] clothes and pack.
The green horn chicken [Em] hoppers, I said.
Get yourself a trade.
_ Go back to the chat room.
[A] You say, then [E] you say, [A] oh, _ I know these [G] blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw. _ _ _ _ _
I [A] say, oh, I know [G] these blues are [A] gonna rub me [E] raw.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _
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[E] _ _ [A] Oh, _ [G] I know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw. _ _ _ _ _
I [A] say, oh, I [G] know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, I know these blues are gonna rub me raw.
_ Every single cure [A] seems to be [E] against the law.
I was walking pretty well.
Then I fell into a hole.
I should climb out quick.
But I [A] hate doing what I'm [E] told.
_ Got a wang [Em]-dang doodle right here, Bob Snake.
I ain't just gold-head gumbo.
[A] It's keeping [E] me alive.
I don't want your pity or your $50 worth.
_ I don't share your need [A] to discuss the [E] absurd.
_ [A] Oh, I [G] know these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] Oh, I know [G] these blues are [A] gonna rub [E] me raw.
_ _ [Em] _ Rub me raw.
_ _ _ Hey! _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _