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DMy boss is the bosss son and that mAakes for a real long day.
DWhen the day is finally done, Im fB7acing forty thousand cars on the
E7Eb7
DFeeling lower than a well diggers shoes
AKnee-deep in a mDb7ess of bF#7lues.
BBut those blues just fade away
EWhen I hear my baby sEaugay
IT AINT ANOTHIN Bbdim a lBmittle bit of lEove cant fAix.Bbdim
It aint Bmnothin but a sCdimcratch
A lDbm7ittle Cm7bit of lBm7ove cant sE7titch.
IT AINT NAOTHIN Bbdim a lBmittle bit of lEove cant hAealBbdim.
BmAnd your lDb7ove makes me fF#7eel
No matDter what Bm7hell life E7is,
IT AINT NAOTHIN Bbdim Bm E A Bbdim Bm E7 Eb7
DIt was written all over her face Ashe was about to climb the A7walls.
DShe said you got to get me out of this place
B7Cause even Cinderella got to E7go to the ball. Eb7
DAnd if you multiply hell times three
AThats what this Db7day has been for F#7me.
B7I said, "Baby, well do the town
ESo, dont let it get you dEaugown.
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IT AINT ANOTHIN Bbdim Bm
EI said IT AINT NAOTHIN,Bbdim Bm
EYou know IT AINT ANOTHIN Bbdim Bm
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