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WEEPY DOESN'T KNOW - Utah Phillips
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Tabbed by: Lone Piner
Tuning: Standard
I use Travis fingerpicking staying close to the DGBe strings. I tabbed out the intro but
this video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?vPYe1phTCw7o) helped me with the chords some.
Intro
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[G]Why's everybody laughing?
[C]Weepy d[D]oesn't k[G]now.
[G]He just stands there grinning,
I [D]guess he's [D7]kinda slow;
But W[G]eepy don't get sore,
Seems [C]like he asks for more
[G]Look at all the broken d[C]ishes on the fl[G]oor.
Weepy can't do nothin',
There's nothin' he can do.
Sometimes he takes all morning
To find his other shoe.
Hey, Goddamn it, Sid,
Lay off the poor dumb kid!
Come on Weep, I'll show you where it's hid.
He's so damned good natured,
Just laughs and takes his lumps.
You never seen him angry
'Cept when he's croaking gumps.
But that's no big surprise,
It's right there in his eyes;
Looks like Weepy's found him something more his size.
Just like all these dishes
There's something in him broke;
Don't guess we mean to hurt him
When we play our little joke.
Still the social workers say
He might have to go away,
Well, you ask him - I bet he'd like to stay.
Why's everybody laughing?
Weepy doesn't know.
He just stands there grinning,
I guess he's kinda slow;
But Weepy don't get sore,
Seems like he asks for more -
Look at all the broken dishes on the floor.
