Smoke Rings

Em D A Em D I’m sitting down here this morning G A Em D A Em Got no peace of mind and my soul hanging out on the table D Late last night I was impressing the ladies G A and playing a short tune on the guitar Em D A Em If I’m able D A Now smoke rings fill the air Em D A But there’s nobody to hear Em D A What I’m saying this morning G A Whoa-o-o G A Em D A Ya blues is a coming my way Em D A (repeat 8x during guitar solo) Em D Just got back from a tour of the southlands G A No I couldn‘t find the needles end Em D A Em All my trouble got no labels D G What do you think I found on my return A Em D A Em Ya but a young boy lying in the cradle D A Now smoke rings fill the air Em D A But there’s nobody to hear Em D A What I’m saying this morning G A Whoa-o-o G A Em D A Em Ya blues is a coming my way D G Ladies love to weave their magic on a traveller boy A Em D A Em just happened to be there for the taking D G Everybody just loves to stand around and tell ya A Em D A Em bout the great big mistake that you may be making D A Now smoke rings fill the air Em D A But there’s nobody to hear Em D A What I’m saying this morning G A Whoa-o-o G A Em D A Ya blues is a coming my way Em D A (repeat for extended jam) Em D I’m sitting down here this morning G A Em D A Em Got no peace of mind and my soul hanging out on the table D Late last night I was impressing the ladies G A and playing a short tune on the guitar Em D A Em If I’m able D A Now smoke rings fill the air Em D A But there’s nobody to hear Em D A What I’m saying this morning G A Whoa-o-o G A Em D A Ya blues is a coming my way Em D A is a coming my way Em D A is a coming my way (repeat and fade)