The Who - Lonesome Day Blues: chords

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Well, today has been a sad and lonesome day,
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Yeah, today has been a sad and lonesome day,
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I'm just sitting here thinking
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with my mind a million miles away.

Well, they're doing the double shuffle,
throwing sand on the floor
They're doing the double shuffle,
they're throwing sand on the floor
When I left my long-time darling
She was standing in the door

Well, my pa he died and left me,
my brother got killed in the war
Well, my pa he died and left me,
my brother got killed in the war
My sister, she ran off and got married
Never was heard of anymore

Samantha Brown lived in my house
for about four or five months
Samantha Brown lived in my house
for about four or five months
Don't know how it looked to other people
I never slept with her even once

Well, the road's washed out,
weather not fit for man or beast
Yeah, the road's washed out,
weather not fit for man or beast
Funny, how the things you have
the hardest time parting with
Are the things you need the least

I'm forty miles from the mill,
I'm dropping it into overdrive
I'm forty miles from the mill,
I'm dropping it into overdrive
Setting my dial on the radio
I wish my mother was still alive

I seen your loverman coming,
coming across the barren field
I see your loverman coming,
coming 'cross the barren field
He not a gentleman at all, he rotten to the core
He's a coward and he steals

Well, my captain, he's decorated,
he's well schooled and he's skilled
My captain, he's decorated,
he's well schooled and he's skilled
He’s not sentimental—don’t bother him at all
How many of his pals have been killed

Last night the wind was whispering,
I was trying to make out what it was
Last night the wind was whispering something,
I was trying to make out what it was
Yeah, I tell myself something's coming
But it never does

I'm gonna spare the defeated,
I'm gonna speak to the crowd
I'm gonna spare the defeated,
boys, I'm going to speak to the crowd
I'm gonna teach peace to the conquered
I'm gonna tame the proud

Well, the leaves are rustling in the wood,
things are falling off of the shelf
Leaves are rustling in the wood,
things are falling off the shelf
You're gonna need my help, sweetheart
You can't make love all by yourself