Standard (EADGBE)
treated you like a rusty blade
a throwaway from an open grave
cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go
and on the day you said it's true
some love holds, some gets used
tried to tell you I never knew it could be so sweet
who could ever be so cruel,
blame the devil for the things you do
its such a selfish way to lose
the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
when the moon is a counterfeit
better find the one that fits
better find the one that lights the way for you
when the road is full of nails,
garbage pails and darkened jails
and their tongues are full of heartless tales that drain on you
who would ever notice you
you fade into a shaded room
it's such a selfish way to lose
the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own
etc.