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Moratorium Blues

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Each morning I wake up about quarter after four
I gaze out of my window, I pace about the floor
But I can't go, sweet Mama, I can't go
Out to the fishing ground, fishing grounds no more

Now the government they give me four hundred bucks a week
It keeps food on the table, it patches up the leaks
But it don't stop, this thing I didn't choose
I think its going kill me, those moratorium blues

I got the blues, the moratorium blues
I got the blues, the moratorium blues
I think their gonna kill me, those moratorium blues

The wife she's gonna drive me out of the kitchen every day
But I don't need no pony, no need to cut the hay
The house, it has been painted, the nets have all been mended
So I walk down to the stage, then back to the house again

Brother Bill comes over, he brings a box of beer
We go into the kitchen, planks down on the chair
But Mama she don't like it, she goes up in a rage
She boots us out of the kitchen, so back down to the stage

To sing the blues, the moratorium blues
To sing the blues, the moratorium blues
I think their gonna kill me, those moratorium blues
I think their gonna kill me, those moratorium blues

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{E} Each morning I wake up about quarter after four
I gaze out of my window, I pace about the floor
But I can't {A} go, sweet Mama, I can't {E} go
{G} Out to the fishing ground, {A} fishing grounds {E} no more

{E} Now the government they give me four hundred bucks a week
It keeps food on the table, it patches up the leaks
But it don't {A} stop, this thing I didn't {E} choose
I {G} think its going kill me, {A} those moratorium {E} blues

I got the {A} blues, the moratorium {E} blues
I got the {A} blues, the moratorium {E} blues
I {G} think their gonna kill me, {A} those moratorium {E} blues

{E} The wife she's gonna drive me out of the kitchen every day
But I don't need no pony, no need to cut the hay
The {A} house, it has been painted, the nets have all been mended {E}
So I{G} walk down to the{A} stage, then back to the house{E} again

{E} Brother Bill comes over, he brings a box of beer
We go into the kitchen, planks down on the chair
But {A} Mama she don't like it, she goes up in a {E} rage
{G} She boots us out of the kitchen, so{A} back down to the {E} stage

To sing the {A} blues, the moratorium {E} blues
To sing the {A} blues, the moratorium {E} blues
I {G} think their gonna kill me, {A} those moratorium {E} blues
I {G} think their gonna kill me, {A} those moratorium {E} blues

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