BOIL MY STRINGS
By the Gourds 
Tab by Porter Yax 
http://www.gourds.org
  
[A] 
Living down here they throw me down and count me 
I'm making this up, it keeps my feathers clean 
and the [D] black boys they kick my ass [A]and tell me 
that the [E]women their ruby lips are [A] dry. 
  

I get [E] angry and I get [A]sad 
and I [E] lose this sweetness that I used to [A] have 
and I [E] boil my strings 
to get them back to [A] go oh [E] old 
to get them back to [A] go oh [E] old 
to get them back to [A] go oh old 

[A] 
sleeping in here they give me plenty to eat 
don't make trouble, make something with the concrete 
so I [D] fill my pipes with it to break them black boys [A] heads 
Lord, but I [E] wish I had a gun. I wish I had [A] a gun. 

 I get [E] angry and I get [A] sad 
and I [E] lose this sweetness that I used to [A] have 
and I [E] boil my strings 
to get them back to [A] go oh [E] old 
to get them back to [A] go oh [E] old 
to get them back to [A] go oh old