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Em
I can't take this kinda pressure
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I must confess one more dusty road
      C          -        G
Would be just a road too long

G - - Em
Worthless...

Em
I just can't, I just can't
I just can't seem to get started!
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Don't have the heart to live in the fast lane
C          -             G
All that has passed and gone

G - - A
Worthless!
                                      C - - B
There ain't nothing you can do about it
G - - A
Worthless!
Pardon me while I panic!
C - - B -  B - - A - A - - G
Worthless! Worthless! Worthless!

Em
I come from KC Missouri
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And I got my kicks down on Route 66
      C     -                  G
Every truck stop from Butte to MO
Em
Motown to Old Alabama
     G     -       D    -             C      -       G
From Texarkana and east of Savanna from Tampa to Old Kokomo

A - - Bm
Worthless...

Em
I once ran the Indy 500
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I must confess I'm impressed how I did
      C       -                 G
And I wonder how close that I came
Em
Now I get a sinking sensation
G          -         D        -             C     -
I was the top of the line, out of site out of mind
                        G
So much for fortune and fame

G - - A
Worthless!
C - - B
G - - A
Worthless!
C - - B -  B - - A - A - - Gm
Worthless! Worthless! Worthless!


Gm
Once took a Texan to a wedding
Once took a Texan to a wedding
A#             -        F    - 
He kept forgetting, his loneliness letting
    Gm        -                  A#
His thoughts turn to home and we turned

Gm
I took a man to a graveyard
A#      -               F       -
I beg your pardon, it's quite hard enough
     Gm      -                    A#
Just living with the stuff I have learned

Am - - A#
Worthless!
A# - - G#m
G#m - - A
Worthless!
A - - G -  G - - F - F - - Em
Worthless! Worthless! Worthless!

Em
Once drove a surfer to sunset
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There were bikinis and buns filled with weenies
C      -                    G
Believe me, just couldn't forget

Em            -
Pico, lets go up to Zuma
Gm         -
Pico, lets go up to Zuma
A#     -               F         -      Gm     -               A#
From Zuma to Yuma the rumor was I had a hand in the lay of the land
G
Get up and go hit the highway

G - - A
C - - B
G - - A
C - - B - B - - A - A - - G

Em -
Em
I worked on a reservation
Em - 
G         -                   D         -         Em        -         Dsus2
Who would believe they would love me and leave on a bus back to old Santa Fe?

Em
Once in an Indian nation
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I took the kids on the skids with a Hopi
        C    -                   G
Who was happy to lie there and say
Em - - Dm - - Am
"You're worthless"

Em
G   -      D       -       Em      -       D
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