So You Think You've Got Troubles chords by Marvin Rainwater

So You Think You've Got Troubles:Marvin Rainwater.
On MGM Records in 1957.



INTRO: C F


CHORUS:
F
So, you think you've got troubles, the more you
                  C
try the worse you get.
        F                     Bb              F
So, you think the world don't like you, well, brother
          C             F
you ain't heard nothing yet.

#1.
F                                           Bb
Well, my car sounds like an old tin can, my wife

went off with another man
      F
And I strained a muscle of my fishing hand..my
C             F
income tax is due.


#2.
F                                          Bb
Now, I lost my money in a poker game and I think my

left leg is a-goin' lame.
                        Gm                 F
My brother asked if I'd change my name and that's

what I think I'll do.


#3.
F                                     Bb
My doctor told me not to smoke, drink nothing stronger

than a Coke.
F                             G
I'm not even supposed to hear dirty jokes for I'd
C                   F
laugh and strain my heart.


#4.
F                                          Bb
I had every ailment known to man, from the African mumps
                          F
to  dishpan hands..I lost every race that I ever ran.
C                   F
I didn't even get a start.



CHORUS:
F
So, you think you've got troubles, the more you
                  C
try the worse you get.
        F                     Bb              F
So, you think the world don't like you, well, brother
          C             F
you ain't heard nothing yet.



#5.
F                                          Bb
Now, some people call me a pessimist, they say that I

oughta make the best of this.
      F            G                 C
Well, maybe I am a pessimist, that's something that I
         F
wouldn't know.


#6.
F
But one thing I do know, I'll tell you right now,
      Bb
I'm a-milking the wrong end of this old cow.
F                            G                     C
There's too many wrinkles in this boy's brow, that stuff
           F
has got to go.


CHORUS:
F
So, you think you've got troubles, the more you
                  C
try the worse you get.
        F                     Bb              F
So, you think the world don't like you, well, brother
          C             F
you ain't heard nothing yet.



OUTRO:
F                                                  C
So, I'm puttin' me a bar in the back of my car and drivin'
          F
myself to drink.




A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.