frets under pressure
be careful, your heartstrings are fragile
curl your fingers inward
and strum your cares away
play your b7 chord, jimothy
throw the blues out the window
and stare blank distances
into nobody's direction.
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play your b7 chord, jimothy
frets under pressure
be careful, your heartstrings are fragile
curl your fingers inward
and strum your cares away
play your b7 chord, jimothy
throw the blues out the window
and stare blank distances
into nobody's direction.