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{t:JUG BAND MUSIC }
{st:John Sebastian (1966)}
{c:UBASS intro:}
{sot}
Notes: G B G’ F E Bb B G B G’ F (X2)
{eot}
I was [G] down in Savannah, eatin' cream and bananas
When the [D7] heat just made me faint
I be-[D7]gan to get cross-eyed, I thought I was lost,
I'd begun to see things as they [G] ain't
As the [G] relatives gathered to see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was I [A7] dyin'
But the [G] doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It [D7] seems to make him feel just [G] fine"
{soc}
{c: CHORUS 1:}
I was [D7] told a little tale about a skinny-as-a-rail
Eight-foot cowboy with a [G] headache
He was [D7] hung up in the desert swattin' rats and tryin' to get
A drink of water with his knees a-gettin' [G] mud-caked
And I'll [G] tell you in a sentence how he stumbled in to Memphis,
Tennessee, hardly crawlin', lookin' [C] dust-baked
We [C] gave him a little water, a little bit of wine
He [G] opened up his eyes, but they didn't seem to shine
Then the [G] doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It [D7] seems to make him feel just [G] fine"
{eoc}
So if you [G] ever get sickly, get Sis to run quickly
To the [D7] dusty closet shelf
And [D7] pull out a washboard, and play a guitar chord
And do a little do-it-your-[G]self
And [G] call on your neighbors to put down their labors
And come and play the hardware in [A7] time
'Cause the [G] doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It [D7] seems to make him feel just [G] fine"
{soc}
{c:CHORUS 2:}
I was [D7] floatin' in the ocean greased with suntan lotion
When I got wiped out by a [G] beach boy
He was [D7] surfin' when he hit me but jumped off his board to get me
And he dragged me by the armpit like a [G] child's toy
As we [G] staggered into land with all the waiters eatin' sandwiches
He tried to mooch a towel from the hoi [C] polloi
He [C] emptied out his eardrums, I emptied out mine
And [G] everybody knows that the very last line
Is "the [G] doctor said, 'Give him jug band music
It [D7] seems to make him feel just [G] fine'"
{eoc}
And the [G] doctor said, "Give him jug band music
It [D7] seems to make him feel just [G] fine"
{eoc}
