Helplessness Blues — Simple Sheet Music

I was (Eb5)raised up be liev ing I was some me how I I u nique, like a snow to be flake, dis the tinct a mong snow flakes, u (Ab)nique in each way you can (Eb)see. And now af ter some think ing, I’d say I’d take rath that my you er be to a (Eb5)func tion ing on cog ly in in some great ma chin er y, (Ab5)serv ing some thing be yond (Eb5)me. But I (Eb)don’t, I don’t know will what me that will (Ab)be. I’ll get (Eb)back (Ab)to you (Eb)some day (Ab)soon; you will (Eb)see. What’s my (Eb5)name? What’s my sta tion? Oh, just tell ’ry what that I should do. I don’t need to out kind to the arm ies of night that will (Ab)do such in jus tice to (Eb)you, or bow down and be grate ful and say, “Sure, keep all to my you er see” to the (Eb5)men who move on to ly in sing dim ly lit halls and de (Ab5)ter mine my fu ture for (Eb5)me. And I (Eb)don’t, I don’t know will who me to be (Ab)lieve. I’ll get (Eb)back (Ab)to you (Eb)some day (Ab)soon; you will (Eb)see. What’s my If I (Ab)some day soon my (Eb)self. If I had an or chard I’d (Eb)work ’til I’m raw; if I had an or chard I’d work (Fm7)’til I’m (Ab)sore. And you (Bb)could (Ab)wait (Fm)ta bles, (Gm)and (Eb)soon run the store. Gold (Eb)hair in the sun light, my (Eb)light in the dawn, oh, if I had an or chard I’d work (Fm7)’til I’m (Ab)sore; if I (Bb)had (Ab)an or (Ab)chard (Gm)I’d (Eb)work ’til I’m (Ab)sore. Oh, (Eb)oh, in the sun oh, oh, (Eb)oh, in the dawn, oh, oh, I oh, oh, or oh, I’d oh, (Fm7)’til I’m (Ab)oh. if I (Bb)had (Ab)an or (Ab)chard (Gm)I’d (Eb)work ’til I’m (Ab)sore. Oh, (Eb)Some (Bb)day (Ab)I’ll (Fm)be (Ab)like (Gm)the man on the screen.