Simon Joyner - Medicine Blues tab

This is a very easy song to play, just three chords played in blues progression. 
is easily figured out by listening to the song. This is obviously ust the backbone of the song. 
I'm not sure about the outro, I think it's just fingerpicking the same chords with slighty different timing.


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E (022100)


Hey helpless brothers, Iím talking to thee
Forget Indian summer and your dreams of the sea


I was confiding in the toilet, you see Iím a prisoner of war


My echo said, stop me if youíve heard this one before

If you want to get laid go strut for the bomb

E                                              B
Because everybody wants her and no one is wrong

What color is the ocean after the oil
Itís the color of the sky cooked in aluminum foil
But the Shakespeare cape with the tattered seams
Suits a prince just fine when heís suicidal and mean
So go find me a father who needs to be killed
And a mother who cheats and some blood can be spilled

Briefing the murderer under a bulb
The lawyer asked the maggot donít you want to get old?
Because you can go down dignified and pay for your sins
Or you can learn to lean on me and everybody wins
So tell me whose your uncle and how do you plead?
Donít look down at your shoes kid, itís time to look up to me

If you canít see my mirror I cannot see you
Thatís what the officer explained to the Jew
But maybe the lines which define us are just ditches in our heads
Besides I never had the privilege of any brown sugar in my bed
But Iíve been to the doctor and he swears he can fix my nose
So I traded in my bible for a catalog of clothes

The Noble Lady, Noble Savage, Noble Negro, Noble Poor
They donít cruise the boulevard on their halos anymore
They were forced underground when the towers collapsed
For carrying an imaginary cross on their backs
But donít worry theyíve been beaten, sterilized and cannot breed
They sing Home on the Range around a barrel in Queens

Well hereís to the era fill in the blank
And to all of the terror-filled lives of the saints
And to Aesop, Confucius, Aristotle and Calvin
And to the marble pillars that humored cuckolded Samson
As for me I was betrayed the moment I asked myself, why?
When I put down my basket of berries and stared up at the sky

Whereís my medicine, my sweet medicine?
All of this time I thought I was fine
Until I woke up trying to crawl out of my skin
Tell me, whereís my medicine?

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