Chords for Washboard Chaz Blues Trio - Pick Yourself Up
Tempo:
86.6 bpm
Chords used:
Fm
C
Cm
Ab
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A]
[Fm] [C]
[Fm] Well I feel [F] like a boxer [C] after the bout I would have been better off [Fm] if I got knocked
out Well I feel like I've been bitten [C] by a locked
jaw bite Down on [Fm] Bamboo Street [Fm] in Munster that night
Well I feel like I've been trampled, [C] trampled down
[Fm] I heard [Cm] of wild [Fm] mules in Pall Mall Down In other words I suffer, I [C] suffer just like
you And all of [Fm] the people I ever knew
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own sometimes
You've got to [Fm] pick your own self, yes indeed I [C]
[Fm]
got sand in my eyes, [C] seeds in my teeth
Tight around [Fm] my head feels like a frozen, bose-thorn root
Trapped, stuck and stranded [C] You begin to yearn, [Ab] it [Cm] haunts you [Fm] silent,
silent And you can't feel a bone
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own sometimes
[Fm] You've got to pick your own self, yes indeed
[Cm]
[Fm]
[C]
[Fm]
[C]
[Cm] [Fm]
I dance, I laugh, [C] and then I song The end is [Fm] always near baby, all along
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own [Fm] sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, yes indeed
[Cm]
[Ab] [C] [Fm] Well
[C]
[Ab] [Fm]
[Cm] [Fm]
[Cm]
[Fm] I feel like a boxer [C] after the fight [Fm] I would have been better off if I got knocked out
Well I feel [F] like I've been bitten [C] by a locust, shot by a hero
Down on [Fm] Babbon Street it must have been a hyena night
Well I feel like I've been trampled, [C] trampled down
By a herd of wild [Fm] news in my formal gown
In other words I suffer, [C] I suffer just like you [Ab] and [Cm] all [Fm] other people
Oh Emily, that's why now you've got to pick your feet [C] You've got to pick your own [Fm] sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, oh
I say now you've got to pick [C] your feet You've got to pick [Fm] your own sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, oh
Come on my
[Cm]
[Fm]
Peace.
[Cm] [Fm] [Ab] [Fm]
[N]
[Fm] [C]
[Fm] Well I feel [F] like a boxer [C] after the bout I would have been better off [Fm] if I got knocked
out Well I feel like I've been bitten [C] by a locked
jaw bite Down on [Fm] Bamboo Street [Fm] in Munster that night
Well I feel like I've been trampled, [C] trampled down
[Fm] I heard [Cm] of wild [Fm] mules in Pall Mall Down In other words I suffer, I [C] suffer just like
you And all of [Fm] the people I ever knew
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own sometimes
You've got to [Fm] pick your own self, yes indeed I [C]
[Fm]
got sand in my eyes, [C] seeds in my teeth
Tight around [Fm] my head feels like a frozen, bose-thorn root
Trapped, stuck and stranded [C] You begin to yearn, [Ab] it [Cm] haunts you [Fm] silent,
silent And you can't feel a bone
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own sometimes
[Fm] You've got to pick your own self, yes indeed
[Cm]
[Fm]
[C]
[Fm]
[C]
[Cm] [Fm]
I dance, I laugh, [C] and then I song The end is [Fm] always near baby, all along
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own [Fm] sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, yes indeed
[Cm]
[Ab] [C] [Fm] Well
[C]
[Ab] [Fm]
[Cm] [Fm]
[Cm]
[Fm] I feel like a boxer [C] after the fight [Fm] I would have been better off if I got knocked out
Well I feel [F] like I've been bitten [C] by a locust, shot by a hero
Down on [Fm] Babbon Street it must have been a hyena night
Well I feel like I've been trampled, [C] trampled down
By a herd of wild [Fm] news in my formal gown
In other words I suffer, [C] I suffer just like you [Ab] and [Cm] all [Fm] other people
Oh Emily, that's why now you've got to pick your feet [C] You've got to pick your own [Fm] sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, oh
I say now you've got to pick [C] your feet You've got to pick [Fm] your own sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, oh
Come on my
[Cm]
[Fm]
Peace.
[Cm] [Fm] [Ab] [Fm]
[N]
Key:
Fm
C
Cm
Ab
F
Fm
C
Cm
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ Well I feel [F] like a boxer _ [C] after the bout I would have been better off [Fm] if I got knocked
out Well I feel like I've been bitten [C] by a locked
jaw bite Down on [Fm] Bamboo Street [Fm] in Munster that night
Well I feel like I've been trampled, [C] trampled down
[Fm] I heard [Cm] of wild [Fm] mules in Pall Mall Down In other words I suffer, I [C] suffer just like
you And all of [Fm] the people I ever knew
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own sometimes
You've got to [Fm] pick your own self, yes indeed I _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
got sand in my eyes, [C] seeds in my teeth
Tight around [Fm] my head feels like a frozen, bose-thorn root
Trapped, stuck and stranded [C] You begin to yearn, [Ab] it [Cm] haunts you [Fm] silent,
silent And you can't feel a bone
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own sometimes
[Fm] You've got to pick your own self, yes indeed
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
I dance, I laugh, [C] and then I song The end is [Fm] always near baby, all along
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own [Fm] sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, yes indeed
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ [C] _ [Fm] _ _ Well _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm]
[Fm] I feel like a boxer _ [C] after the fight [Fm] I would have been better off if I got knocked out
Well I feel [F] like I've been bitten [C] by a locust, shot by a hero
Down on [Fm] Babbon Street it must have been a hyena night
Well I feel like I've been trampled, [C] _ trampled down
By a herd of wild [Fm] news in my formal gown
In other words I suffer, [C] I suffer just like you [Ab] and [Cm] all [Fm] other people
_ Oh Emily, that's why now you've got to pick your feet [C] _ You've got to pick your own [Fm] sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, oh
I say now you've got to pick [C] your feet You've got to pick [Fm] your own sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, oh
Come on my
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Peace.
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ Well I feel [F] like a boxer _ [C] after the bout I would have been better off [Fm] if I got knocked
out Well I feel like I've been bitten [C] by a locked
jaw bite Down on [Fm] Bamboo Street [Fm] in Munster that night
Well I feel like I've been trampled, [C] trampled down
[Fm] I heard [Cm] of wild [Fm] mules in Pall Mall Down In other words I suffer, I [C] suffer just like
you And all of [Fm] the people I ever knew
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own sometimes
You've got to [Fm] pick your own self, yes indeed I _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
got sand in my eyes, [C] seeds in my teeth
Tight around [Fm] my head feels like a frozen, bose-thorn root
Trapped, stuck and stranded [C] You begin to yearn, [Ab] it [Cm] haunts you [Fm] silent,
silent And you can't feel a bone
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own sometimes
[Fm] You've got to pick your own self, yes indeed
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
I dance, I laugh, [C] and then I song The end is [Fm] always near baby, all along
That's why now you've got to pick your [C] feet You've got to pick your own [Fm] sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, yes indeed
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ [C] _ [Fm] _ _ Well _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm]
[Fm] I feel like a boxer _ [C] after the fight [Fm] I would have been better off if I got knocked out
Well I feel [F] like I've been bitten [C] by a locust, shot by a hero
Down on [Fm] Babbon Street it must have been a hyena night
Well I feel like I've been trampled, [C] _ trampled down
By a herd of wild [Fm] news in my formal gown
In other words I suffer, [C] I suffer just like you [Ab] and [Cm] all [Fm] other people
_ Oh Emily, that's why now you've got to pick your feet [C] _ You've got to pick your own [Fm] sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, oh
I say now you've got to pick [C] your feet You've got to pick [Fm] your own sometimes
You've got to pick your own self, oh
Come on my
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Peace.
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _