Martin Mull

Losers Samba Ukulele Chords

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From: WAGMG@aol.com
Date: Fri, 7 Nov 1997 19:32:15 -0500 (EST)
Subject: crd: "Loser's Samba" by Martin Mull

		     "Loser's Samba"
		             (M.Mull)
Verse 1:	  Em9
	Oh wow, how did I get so strung out,
	           G13
	There was a time I was young and hung out
	           Cmaj7
	There never was a party that you didn't find Marty,
	        A#6/9
	On Friday night - Saturday night.
                    Dm9
	But now my stomach measures a mile,
	    G13		         G#13 A13 G7
	It takes a bottle just to make me smile.
		F				    G7
	And my friends are saying  "Jesus Christ he's such a bore,
	       C			  G7
	He don't take dope or even talk about the war."
	         Dm7		G7
	I just take a little drink another little drink,
		      Cmaj7		      G7
	And then I have me just another drink more.
		      Dm7
	And when I wake up in the morning =

	           G7		Em7 G7
	Good God my kidneys are sore,
		Dm7		   Fm9		 Fm7	Cmaj7  G7
	Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from my package store.

verse2:
	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.

Solo

Verse 3:	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.