Rab Noakes - All In Down And Out Blues

      Rab Noakes - All In Down And Out Blues




[INTRO:] G  D  G     D  G
 
[VERSE 1:]
                              C      G
Well, it's hippity-hop to the bucket shop
                        D          G
I lost all my money and now I have flopped
         
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
                            D        G
It's hard times when you're down and out


[VERSE 2:]
                               C           G
Well, this is the truth and it certainly exposes
                             D       G
A Wall Street proposition is not all roses
                     
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
                            D        G
It's hard times when you're down and out


[VERSE 3:]
                     C        G
I put up my money to win some more
                        D          G
I lost all I had and it left me so sore
                     
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
                            D        G
It's hard times when you're down and out


[INSTRUMENTAL:] G  D  G     D  G


[VERSE 4:]
                   C       G
I took to drink to wear it off
                                  D             G
But the bootleg's so high that it left me worse off
                     
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
                            D        G
It's hard times when you're down and out


[VERSE 5:]
                               C       G
If they catch you with whiskey in your car
                       D         G
You're handicapped and there you are
                     
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
                            D        G
It's hard times when you're down and out


[VERSE 6:]
                                 C               G
They'll throw you in jail and if you can't raise bond
                                 D      G
Content yourself there, boy, you are at home
                     
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
                            D        G
It's hard times when you're down and out


[INSTRUMENTAL:] G     C  G     D  G            D  G     D  G


[VERSE 7:]
                       C      G
Got no silver and I've got no gold
                     D           G
I'm almost naked and done turned cold
                     
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
                            D        G
It's hard times when you're down and out


[VERSE 8:]
                            C         G
You plead with the judge to treat you well
                                        D             G
You offer a hundred dollars, just don't send you to Atlanta
                     
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
                            D        G
It's hard times when you're down and out
            D        G
When you're down and out