{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":568635,"song":"Medicine Blues","artist":"Simon Joyner","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11569780-medicine-blues-chords-by-simon-joyner/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/568635?type=chord","rating":0.12698,"votes":0,"content":"This is a very easy song to play, just three chords played in blues progression. \r\nI'm not sure about the outro, I think it's just fingerpicking the same chords with slighty different timing.\r\n\r\n\r\nChords\r\n\r\n[ch]B[/ch] (799877)\r\n[ch]E[/ch] (022100)\r\n[ch]F#[/ch](244322)\r\n\r\n\r\n[ch]B[/ch]\r\n\r\nHey helpless brothers, I’m talking to thee\r\nForget Indian summer and your dreams of the sea\r\n\r\n[ch]E[/ch]\r\n\r\nI was confiding in the toilet, you see I’m a prisoner of war\r\n\r\n[ch]B[/ch]\r\n\r\nMy echo said, stop me if you’ve heard this one before\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]F#[/ch]\r\nIf you want to get laid go strut for the bomb[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                                              [ch]B[/ch]\r\nBecause everybody wants her and no one is wrong[/tab]\r\n\r\nWhat color is the ocean after the oil\r\nIt’s the color of the sky cooked in aluminum foil\r\nBut the Shakespeare cape with the tattered seams\r\nSuits a prince just fine when he’s suicidal and mean\r\nSo go find me a father who needs to be killed\r\nAnd a mother who cheats and some blood can be spilled\r\n\r\nBriefing the murderer under a bulb\r\nThe lawyer asked the maggot don’t you want to get old?\r\nBecause you can go down dignified and pay for your sins\r\nOr you can learn to lean on me and everybody wins\r\nSo tell me whose your uncle and how do you plead?\r\nDon’t look down at your shoes kid, it’s time to look up to me\r\n\r\nIf you can’t see my mirror I cannot see you\r\nThat’s what the officer explained to the Jew\r\nBut maybe the lines which define us are just ditches in our heads\r\nBesides I never had the privilege of any brown sugar in my bed\r\nBut I’ve been to the doctor and he swears he can fix my nose\r\nSo I traded in my bible for a catalog of clothes\r\n\r\nThe Noble Lady, Noble Savage, Noble Negro, Noble Poor\r\nThey don’t cruise the boulevard on their halos anymore\r\nThey were forced underground when the towers collapsed\r\nFor carrying an imaginary cross on their backs\r\nBut don’t worry they’ve been beaten, sterilized and cannot breed\r\nThey sing Home on the Range around a barrel in Queens\r\n\r\nWell here’s to the era fill in the blank\r\nAnd to all of the terror-filled lives of the saints\r\nAnd to Aesop, Confucius, Aristotle and Calvin\r\nAnd to the marble pillars that humored cuckolded Samson\r\nAs for me I was betrayed the moment I asked myself, why?\r\nWhen I put down my basket of berries and stared up at the sky\r\n\r\nWhere’s my medicine, my sweet medicine?\r\nAll of this time I thought I was fine\r\nUntil I woke up trying to crawl out of my skin\r\nTell me, where’s my medicine?\r","plain_text":"This is a very easy song to play, just three chords played in blues progression. \nI'm not sure about the outro, I think it's just fingerpicking the same chords with slighty different timing.\n\n\nChords\n\nB (799877)\nE (022100)\nF#(244322)\n\n\nB\n\nHey helpless brothers, I’m talking to thee\nForget Indian summer and your dreams of the sea\n\nE\n\nI was confiding in the toilet, you see I’m a prisoner of war\n\nB\n\nMy echo said, stop me if you’ve heard this one before\n\n\n\n\n\nWhat color is the ocean after the oil\nIt’s the color of the sky cooked in aluminum foil\nBut the Shakespeare cape with the tattered seams\nSuits a prince just fine when he’s suicidal and mean\nSo go find me a father who needs to be killed\nAnd a mother who cheats and some blood can be spilled\n\nBriefing the murderer under a bulb\nThe lawyer asked the maggot don’t you want to get old?\nBecause you can go down dignified and pay for your sins\nOr you can learn to lean on me and everybody wins\nSo tell me whose your uncle and how do you plead?\nDon’t look down at your shoes kid, it’s time to look up to me\n\nIf you can’t see my mirror I cannot see you\nThat’s what the officer explained to the Jew\nBut maybe the lines which define us are just ditches in our heads\nBesides I never had the privilege of any brown sugar in my bed\nBut I’ve been to the doctor and he swears he can fix my nose\nSo I traded in my bible for a catalog of clothes\n\nThe Noble Lady, Noble Savage, Noble Negro, Noble Poor\nThey don’t cruise the boulevard on their halos anymore\nThey were forced underground when the towers collapsed\nFor carrying an imaginary cross on their backs\nBut don’t worry they’ve been beaten, sterilized and cannot breed\nThey sing Home on the Range around a barrel in Queens\n\nWell here’s to the era fill in the blank\nAnd to all of the terror-filled lives of the saints\nAnd to Aesop, Confucius, Aristotle and Calvin\nAnd to the marble pillars that humored cuckolded Samson\nAs for me I was betrayed the moment I asked myself, why?\nWhen I put down my basket of berries and stared up at the sky\n\nWhere’s my medicine, my sweet medicine?\nAll of this time I thought I was fine\nUntil I woke up trying to crawl out of my skin\nTell me, where’s my medicine?","chords":["B","E","F#"],"chord_diagrams":{"B":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,2,3,4,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,4,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]}}}