Exsanguination Blues chords and lyrics - DOUG HARRELL

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[Verse 1]
[G][D][G]
[D]Exs[G]anguination,
Exsanguination,
Exsan[D]guin[Ebdim]ation blu[D]es[G][C][G]
Now gather round folks and listen to me
Pay [C]atten[G]tion and you'll agree
I got a story that's bound to [D]make you [G]weep
I always did hate like the [C]dickens, when I had to get up with the chickens,
[G]I'm a guy that [D]really likes his [G]sleep.
Up till this year I managed to [D]pass, never went to an [C]eight o 'clock [G]class,
why go to class if [D]you like your sleeping bet[G]ter?
But last
September the worm she turned, [C]a new kind of routine had to be [G]learned,
cause I became a bonafide [C]blood [G]letter.
Now I'm at the hospital way before eight
I [C]have to get there and exsanguin[G]ate
I'll tell you folks,
this life can [D]get you [G]down
Knowing the value of the acid base
Rarely [C]ever tells you how
to treat a [G]case
But the chart's gotta be right
[D]when the wheels make [G]rounds
So you dash on the ward and check the
yellow [D]sheet
And written right [C]down there, plain and [G]neat
Is every test they can think
of for you to do
There's an
FBS and a
[D]BSP, a
[C]BUNCANP,
[G]NAKCL
[D]and
[G]CO2.
You have a lot of calculations to make to
[C]figure out how much blood it'll [G]take
and your answer comes
out something [D]like 100 [G]cc.
As if you didn't have no
cause to act quick,
some [C]nurse is telling you to get on
the [G]stick.
She's waiting to take your pa[D]tient to
EE[G]G.
But the thing guaranteed to make you sore is that
[C]you have to look on every [G]floor before
you find a syringe and
[D]a needle near the right [G]size.
Then you spend 10 minutes gouging for a
The [C]patient's lying
there wracked with [G]pain
For miles around you
can hear his [D]pi tiful [G]cries
But you finally get the blood
and put it under oil
And [C]head for the lab like
[G]it's gonna spoil
And by the clock you [D]see you're
done and out of [G]time
You go running down [D]the hall
and [G]around the curb
The girl sees you and [C]says,
you got your nerve
Don't [G]you see,
boy, you're done [D]way past the [G]deadline
Now you beg and plead and
try to get her to take it
But she's got [C]willpower
and you can't [G]shake it
She feels for sure that [D]she's gonna
get the last [G]laugh[D]
[G]But a little smile comes over your face,
cause you got a hole card [C]and it's an ace.
You [G]tell her this is something spe
[D]cial for the chief of [G]staff.[C]
[G]Exsanguinate, exsanguinate.
[C]Exsanguinate,
and if you [D]see you're gonna be late,
Telephone [G]the laboratory,
give the [C]girls a hard luck [D]story,
Tell them [A]all must wait while
[D]you exsan[G]guinate.
Now I had a patient by the name of
Joe, there's never been another
man I know that hated to
get stuck [D]half as bad as he [G]did.
At the sight of a needle, large or small,
you'd hear him [C#dim]all up and do[C]wn the ha[G]ll, he'd
get shook up and [D]almost flip his [G]lid.
Now we had old
Joe up on 3
[D]West [C]that finally got old soul to [G]rest,
but while he was here
we [D]knew him like a [G]book.
When he died he didn't need to confess what
[C]we hadn't determined anybody could [G]guess,
we just sent along his chart [D]for
St.
Pete to have a [G]look.
His chief complaint was kidney colic,
but he [C]had some problems
that were metabol[G]ic,
and every metabolite over there
[D]just went [G]aching.
We drew so much blood that
he got anemic,
his [C]skin got pale and his heart ischemic,
and [G]with all those needles,
Joe was in [D]bad [G]shape.
So we started replacing all
the blood that was [D]drawn
till he no longer had any [C]blood of his own,
and [G]by that time, he was [D]so weak,
he didn't even [G]care.
Then somebody said, well,
why transfuse him?
it'd be much [C]simpler if you didn't
[G]use him.
Have the blood bank send it to
[D]the chemistry lab from [G]there.
For a while, this plan worked out just fine.
It was [C]easy on
Joe, and it saved me time.
Then the [G]blood bank said we'd
[D]used all the blood they [G]had.
So once again, bloodletting was resumed,
and [C]old
Joe knew that he was [G]doomed.
The day he wrote his last re
[D]quest was kind of [G]sad.
Now, this re[D]quest struck [G]some as funny.
He [C]wished to be buried with the dummy,
a [G]15 -gauge [D]needle
and a large [G]syringe.
[D]But I [G]knew what
Joe was planning to do, cause [C]each day his hostility grew,
an[G]d in this way he'd [D]have [G]eternal revenge.
So he passed on to his salvation, [C]direct result of exsanguination,
[G]but the wheels never would admit[D] that he was in sho[G]ck.[D]
[G]Cause the metabolites had shown their talents,
and [C]when he died, he died in balances.
[G]Cause of death,
they [D]signed him out as [G]a crock.
[D]His [G]epitaph says, here lies old
Joe, [C]he should live long time [G]ago,
when folks didn't understand [D]chemistry quite so [G]well.
Now if you ever want to get
yourself a [D]fright, just go by [G]old
Joe's grave some night,
you'll hear him laugh and that [D]poor old dummy [G]yell.[C]
[G]Exsanguinate, exsanguinate, ex[C]sanguinate,
and if you [A]see you're gonna be [D]late, telephone [G]the laboratory,
Give the [C]girls a heart -luck [D]story,
[G]tell them [A]all must wait while [D]you exsanguinate.
You better draw that blood
and get it down to the [G]lab.