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Losers Samba

Martin Mull
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D-DU-UDU
 Oh wow, how did I get so strung out,
  There was a  time I was young and hung out
  There never  was a party that you didn't find Marty,
 
  On Friday night - Saturday night.
  But now my stomach  measures a mile,
  It takes  a bottle just to  make  me smile.
  And my friends  are saying "Jesus Christ he's  such a bore,
  He don't  take dope or even talk about  the war."
  I just take  a little drink  another little drink,
  And then I have  me just another drink more.
  And when I wake  up in the morning =
  Good God my  kidneys are sore,
  Cuz the bag  I'm in is just a  package from  my package  store.
  Oh wow, how did I get so messed up?
  It seems like yesterday I was young and hung out.
  The minute that I woke up I'd go and do some coke up
  I was feeling high - what a guy.
  And now I watch my color tv,
  Let Johnny Carson make a fool of me.
  And my friends aint been around in a year or more.
  They're off somewhere together making posters for the war.
  And so I sit at home and drink another little drink,
  and then I have me just a couple "hic" more.
  And when I wake up in the morning
  Good God some mornings I'm sore,
  Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store.
 Oh wow how did I get so bent out
  It seems like yesterday I was young and went out.
  Making all my money being high and being funny-
  I was on a trip - Like Mister Super Hip.
  And now that easy money's all spent,
  I got a crummy job just to pay the rent.
  And the thing that broke inside me it aint going away.
  I got to call the boss and say I won't be in today.
  I'm going to sit at home and drink another little drink,
  if I drink enough I'll feel Okay.
  And once more, I'm gonna wake up in the morning =
  feeling oh oh so sore,
  Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store.

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Readable chord sheet for Losers Samba by Martin Mull

[Em9]        Oh wow, how did I get so strung out,
        There was a[A13] time I was young and hung out
        There never[Dmaj7] was a party that you didn't find Marty,
                [C6/9]
        On Friday night - Saturday night.
        But now my s[Em9]tomach measures a mile,
        It t[A13]akes a bottle just to[Bb13] make[B13] me [B7]smile.
        And my f[G]riends are saying  "Jesus Christ he'[A7]s such a bore,
        He don'[D]t take dope or even talk ab[B7]out the war."
        I just ta[Em7]ke a little dri[A7]nk another little drink,
        And then I hav[Dmaj7]e me just another drink [B7]more.
        And when I wak[Em7]e up in the morning =

        Good God my[A7] kidneys are [F#m7]sore,[B7]
        Cuz the [Em7]bag I'm in is just [Gm9]a package from[Gm7] my pac[Dmaj7]kage st[B7]ore.

        Oh wow, how did I get so messed up?
        It seems like yesterday I was young and hung out.
        The minute that I woke up I'd go and do some coke up
        I was feeling high - what a guy.
        And now I watch my color tv,
         Let Johnny Carson make a fool of me.
        And my friends aint been around in a year or more.
        They're off somewhere together making posters for the war.
        And so I sit at home and drink another little drink,
        and then I have me just a couple "hic" more.
        And when I wake up in the morning
        Good God some mornings I'm sore,
        Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store.

Oh wow how did I get so bent out
        It seems like yesterday I was young and went out.
        Making all my money being high and being funny-
        I was on a trip - Like Mister Super Hip.
        And now that easy money's all spent,
        I got a crummy job just to pay the rent.
        And the thing that broke inside me it aint going away.
        I got to call the boss and say I won't be in today.
        I'm going to sit at home and drink another little drink,
        if I drink enough I'll feel Okay.
        And once more, I'm gonna wake up in the morning =

        feeling oh oh so sore,
        Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store.

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