Ghost Blues
Loudon Wainwright IiiVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
4x
My Old dog misses me so
To the beach or the dog park, he don t want to go
No, he lies there waiting at the foot of my bed
Because he knows I m right there even though I m dead
You late husband, that would be me
I ve been gone so long I m just a faint memory
I ve been disparaged in passing by your friends late at night
I blew out the candles on em, it served em right
The day that I died, I knew I was toast
Next day I was hanging out with Marley s ghost
Help this father, he s a friend of mine
That old Cain can t keep from crying
At my memorial service there was quite a turnout
Some stayed away, hey, what was that all about?
Tell me, didn t she love me, didn t he care?
Nobody saw me out I was right there (I was doing a head count)
Now I m out of the picture, yeah, I m off of the hook
Just a chuck of time, that was all that it took
Was it a shot from a gun, a slip of a knife?
I don t know what killed me, Lord, it might have been life
I had a few children, wrote a few songs
I got some of it right and a lot of it wrong
I bought a few houses, a few boats, a few cars
Being a ghost you might as well be on Mars
Cause you re so far off
Being a ghost is, you re just in between
Each and every day of the year is Halloween, yeah
You re hanging around but you re not really there
You re hovering over your own old easy chair
Lord, I was hoping for heaven, that would ve been swell
Cause being a ghost, Lord, it s just like being in hell
You re hungry and you re tired and you can t get no rest
An though I d settle for heaven, oblivion would be best
I ve been flying around rattling chains
Appearing in mirrors just to make you insane
Making those noises in your house late at night, yeah
I got to haunt you even though it ain t right
My Old dog misses me so
To the beach or the dog park, he don t want to go
No, he lies there waiting at the foot of my bed
Because he knows I m right there even though I m dead . . .
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Readable chord sheet for Ghost Blues by Loudon Wainwright Iii
[A] [E] 4x [A]My Old [E]dog [A]misses me [E]so [A]To the beach or the [E]dog park, [B7]he don t want to [E]go No, he [A]lies there [E]waiting at the [A]foot of my [E]bed Because he [A]knows I m right [E]there even [B7]though I m [E]dead [A]You late [E]husband, [A]that would be [E]me I ve been [A]gone so [E]long I m just a [B7]faint memo[E]ry I ve been dis[A]paraged in [E]passing by your [A]friends late at [E]night [A]I blew out the [E]candles on em, [B7]it served em [E]right The [A]day that I [E]died, I [A]knew I was [E]toast Next day I was [A]hanging out with [B7]Marley s [E]ghost [A]Help this [E]father, he s a [A]friend of [E]mine [B7]That old Cain can t keep from crying At my [A]memorial [E]service there was [A]quite a turn[E]out [A]Some stayed a[E]way, hey, what was [B7]that all a[E]bout? Tell me, didn t she [A]love me[E], didn t he [A]care? Nobody [E]saw me out [B7]I was right [E]there (I was doing a head count) [A] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] [B7] [E] Now I m [A]out of the [E]picture, yeah, I m [A]off of the [E]hook Just a [A]chuck of [E]time, that was [B7]all that it [E]took Was it a [A]shot from a [E]gun, a [A]slip of a [E]knife? [A]I don t know what [E]killed me, Lord, it [B7]might have been [E]life I [A]had a few [E]children,[A] wrote a few [E]songs I got [A]some of it [E]right and a [B7]lot of it [E]wrong I [A]bought a few [E]houses, a few [A]boats, a few [E]cars [B7]Being a ghost you might as well be on Mars Cause you re so far off [A] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] [B7] [E] [A]Being a [E]ghost is, [A]you re just in be[E]tween [A]Each and [E]every day of the year is [B7]Hallo[E]ween, yeah You re [A]hanging a[E]round but you re not [A]really [E]there You re [A]hovering [E]over your own [B7]old easy c[E]hair Lord, I was [A]hoping for [E]heaven, that [A]would ve been [E]swell Cause [A]being a [E]ghost, Lord, it s just like [B7]being in [E]hell You re [A]hungry and you re [E]tired and you [A]can t get no [E]rest An though I d [A]settle for [E]heaven, o[B7]blivion would be [E]best I ve been [A]flying a[E]round [A]rattling [E]chains Appearing in [A]mirrors just to [B7]make you in[E]sane Making those [A]noises in your [E]house late at night, yeah [B7]I got to haunt you even though it ain t right [A]My Old [E]dog [A]misses me [E]so [A]To the beach or the [E]dog park, [B7]he don t want to [E]go No, he [A]lies there [E]waiting at the [A]foot of my [E]bed Because he [A]knows I m right [E]there even [B7]though I m [E]dead . . .