G Am Em C D I want something always, more or less G than what I have Am Em C D Could be nothing, but I'll go in luck to be had Chorus: C G You couldn't make it up D Least I don't think so, as you're coming on C G D And I'm backing up, feeling low All my wretched little recipes are the same Add one cup of from you, and you'll know me by name Chorus: You couldn't make it up Least I don't think so As you're coming on And I'm backing up, feeling low Just last Tuesday morning I recalled you at once Your eyes shifting right on past my dumb fucking mug Chorus: You couldn't make it up Least I don't think so As you're coming on And I'm backing up, feeling low | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C D Em G |