Mason City Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

CCame a card marked AMason City

FFrom my forwardCer.

CShut the door, don’t Alet my dad see;

FRead aloud dear sCir:

FUnderstanding you account an upright gGent-

A♯lemen Aetna Life agreed and Clent.

A♯By the way, my fee is 2.6 peGrcent.

CWrite again the RAiceville widow

  FS - A - S - CE

CI would guess they’ll be turned out tAhough

FI’ll still make my plCea:

 If the DuFnlay heirs cannot be seen to cGare,

 Then the A♯Banker’s Trust will surely think it fCair

 To not giA♯ve extensions, as they musn’t Gdare.

CWrite Des Moines on sAeveral matters

 And I Fnear anCoint,

CLadle thick the Apleasant flatters,

FAnd then comes the Cpoint;

 Mr. NFelson wouldn’t like to hear it Gsaid

 As he’s tA♯oo proud, so I do it in his sCtead:

 He shall A♯need an extension—so it rGead.

  TC♯make....

C♯m--Take the Oregon SCmhort Line to Salt LaF♯ke;

 take the C♯mPere Marquette, take the Michigan Central,

 to West MaCmdison for Christ’s F♯sake.

C♯mForgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers,

CmNone on the F♯make.

*THE PART I DON'T KNOW :(

Up for shade on Crumb Hill

Get something to make my hands still.

But now—Wait.

*begin playing A one meter

AHow are you my nabs?

 Little F♯tender footed crabs,

 Meet my kDnuckle duster. A

 You Ageeched that gazoon’s gow

 Tried to F♯break into the bow:

 Go wDipe your nose. A

(A-G#-F#)- quick change, once each

F♯I’m just hanging out with some noler knockums,

FJust passing time waiting till my stack comes.

APrussian who got jackered,

 My sF♯napper till your knockered,

 Get Don the snam. A

 The cAhivman wants your chip;

 Better F♯dummy up then go dip:

 You’re outta Dturn. A

(A-G#-F#)quickly

F♯I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber,

FEven worse than the dicer stabber.