E A B / E B A / E B C / B A B
Got the blues at 3 am
there’s a zombie lying in my bed
I’m living like the living dead
Got the blues at 3 am
I’ve got the blues at 3 am
The hounds of hell are moving in
They’re slavering for my soul again
I’ve got the blues at 3 a.m.
A B C# A x 2
C# A C# A
E B C# A B
In the night I hear the rasping cough of every fear I’ve known
I feel the chill of all the friends I’ve lost invade my bones
And no matter how I tell myself that I am not alone
I’m left to face mortality in darkness on my own
Yeah I’ve got the blues at 3 a.m.
My heart is just a rattling tin
My tongue is dry inside my grin
I’ve got the blues at 3 a.m.
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