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Blues Are Still Blue Belle and Sebastian
[B] [F#] [C#]
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Intro: B F# B F# (2x)
[B]Look at the kid from sch[F#]ool
He’s teaching m[B]amas and papas how to b[F#]e a little cool
He’s changing [B]fashion, the way he d[F#]ress
The [B]tracksuits are old, and the ho[F#]ody’s way too moody
For a k[Eb]id with the [Bb]will to funk
He d[B]ances in [F#]secret; he’s a p[C#]art-time punk
[B]She’s getting off the p[F#]lane
She wants to wr[B]ite a thesis on the pop[F#]ulation underprivileged
The k[B]ids fighting up the [F#]lane
Shop l[B]ifting, just drifting
Like The S[F#]witchblade And The Cross
But if there’s tr[Eb]ouble she’s got the[Bb] moves
She’s t[B]aking an ele[F#]mentary cla[C#]ss in Kung fu
I l[B]eft my washing in the[F#] launderette
You can p[B]ut some money on it, you can p[F#]lace a little bet
That when I[B] see my washing
The b[Eb]lack will be [Bb]grey and the [B]white will be g[F#]rey
But the bl[C#]ues are still blue
[B]I’m crying out for my m[F#]um
If the ma[B]lady don’t go away we’re i[F#]n a little trouble
With th[B]e boss of the com[F#]pany
I’m a [B]singer, a swinger I’m a [F#]layabout but laying on
The[Eb] dock in the l[Bb]azy sun
Will [B]never quite re[F#]legate me[C#] to a bum
I l[B]eft my lady in the la[F#]underette
You can p[B]ut some money on it, you can p[F#]lace a little bet
That when I[B] see my lady
The b[Eb]lack will be [Bb]white and the [B]white will be b[F#]lack
But the bl[C#]ues are still blue
Base do solo:
[Eb] [-] [Bb] [-] [B] [-] [F#] [-] [C#]
[B]Baby, I love your [F#]face
I’ve been cr[B]eeping round this town because…
Well, cr[F#]eeping’s just my way
But with a [B]little wink I’ll be [F#]there
I’ll be ex[B]cited for a week, but then exc[F#]itement starts to fade
I know your [Eb]young, but you’re o[Bb]ut of touch
You’re [B]French, your vo[F#]cabulary’s [C#]not quite formed
I l[B]eft my homework in the l[F#]aunderette
I got a [B]letter from my mamma which my s[F#]toopid dog has ate
I hid behind t[B]he fence
Here comes the [Eb]deputy [Bb]head with the b[B]ark of a [F#]bulldog
He’s not [C#]making much sense
I l[B]eft my lady in the[F#] launderette
You can p[B]ut some money on it, you can p[F#]lace a little bet
That when I[B] see my lady
The b[Eb]lack will be [Bb]white and the [B]white will be b[F#]lack
But the bl[C#]ues are still blue
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