Im A No Good Writer

[Em]Long time ago when I was y[B]oung
I bought a guitar in the little shop in t[Em]own
and I went h[G]ome and practiced every d[B]ay
and not before too long i started writing songs that I would p[Em]lay

E[G]veryone who heard my songs
t[C]old me that it wouldn't be too long
bef[D]ore I would be a famous music wr[G]iter

And every night I sat alone
L[C]istening to the radio
And then I th[G]ought [B]soon it will be [Em]my turn

Each night when folks came to my place
I picked my guitar up and played the songs I've made
I was told I'd be a millionaire
And when they heard my songs they said it won't be too long until you're there

Worn out shoes still got the blues
Every day now is a fight I lose
I guess I turned out to be a lousy fighter

When I came to this big town
All important people put me down
And I was told I'm a no good writer

All the l[G]etters that I write to my f[D]olks are full of lies
when I'm wr[C]iting about the fortune that I m[Em]ade
When I l[G]eft my mama said silly b[D]oy don't lose your head
now I'm w[C]ishing by my god that I had st[Em]ayed

Longtime ago when I was young
I bought a guitar in the little shop in town
and when I touch its old and tired strings
It sounds so sad and wrong just like the lonely songs I always sing

Worn out shoes still got the blues
Every day now is a fight I lose
I guess I turn out to be a lousy fighter

When I came to this big town
All important people put me down
And I was told I'm a no good writer

Worn out shoes still got the blues...