Sick and tired by Eric Clapton
and Simon Climie
Intro E-A A-D
E-A B A E-A
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I'm gonna buy me a parrot,
baby,
And teach him how to call my name.
A
I'm gonna buy me a parrot, baby,
And teach him how to call my name.
B
Then I won't have to miss you baby
A
And I won't have you driving me
insane.
I was in love with you, baby,
Till the day you brought me down
so low.
I was in love with you, baby,
Till the day you brought me down
so low.
You had me walking 'round in circles,
baby,
I didn't know which way to go.
Oh Yeh,
I'm so sick and tired of you baby,
I'm sick and tired of the way you
carry on.
Lord, I'm sick and tired, baby,
Sick and tired of the
way you carry on.
You can pack up all of your things,
baby,
Hit the road, get out of here,
be gone.
Now I'm gonna get me a
shotgun, baby,
Keep it stashed behind the door.
I'm gonna get me a shotgun, baby,
Keep it stashed behind the bedroom
door.
I may have to blow your brains
out, baby,
Then you won't bother me no more,
no more