Belly Button Blues chords by Cleopatrick

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:
N.C
Stand or sit in front of your mirror
N.C
Take a deep breath
N.C
Hold it
N.C
And Exhale

E B A# C
E B A# E
E B A# G
E B A# G

E B A# G x2


Verse 1:
            E           B    A#                G          E   B A# G
She's been lonely for weeks, starting to think he doesn't care
                 Em         B              A#        G           E       B A# Gm
They say “if you had better posture, then maybe he'd answer your prayers”
            Em            B               A#            G            Em   Bm A# G
And now the times, when I see, the weight lift from the sides of her frown
    E             B                  A#           Gm               E   B A# G
She stands up too straight Lord, and gravity just brings them back down


Chorus:
   A       G         F#            D
A rumor, a tumor, is buried in the years
    A            Gm                  F#            D
The first of the first lord, its the worst of your fears
A            G              F#             E    D
Adam, sweet adam, starts to feel, a little weird
     A              G         F#           F#m   B Bm
When eve comes home with her, belly button pierced

             E  B A#                     G        E   B A#
Well I'm not dumb, but there's something going on here
G        F#  E  B A#                     G        E   B A# G
Well I'm not dumb, but there's something going on here


Verse 2:
        E           B         A#              G        F#   E B A# G
Call it lust in the dust, but it's far from a pharaohs affair
         E                  B                     A#            Gm          E   B A# G
The most beautiful girl, in all the world and you long for your hand in her hair
            E        B           A#                  G F# E B A# G
You sing cleo, sweet cleo, can I stay with you tonight
             E             B           A#                 G    E          B A# G
But when you turn down the lights, her anatomy just don't seem…quite right


Chorus:
          Am       G      B             A
Oh it's a rumor, a tumor, buried in the years
    A            G                    B             D
The first of the first lord, it's the worst of your fears
A           G               F#m            E
Adam, sweet adam, starts to feel, a little queer
     A              G         F#
When eve comes home with her, belly button pierced


Outro:
E A G
E A# G F# E
G E
G A E
G A E
G A E
G F# E
E G E
E G E
A# A G E