E7 A7 C E7 A7 C E7 A7 C E7 B7+ E7 A7 C E7 I burned my fingers on the coffee pot (starts on A) A7 C E7 Toast was cold and the orange juice is hot. A7 C E7 I should start over but you know I'd rather not. B7 Same thing gonna happen again E7 And that's the bag I'm in. A7 C E7 You know last night as I was walking down the street A7 C E7 Whistling the blues to the tapping of my feet A7 C E7 Some old crank called the cops on the beat. B7 E7 It'll happen every time. Every morning when I get up A7 C E7 miss my connection and I'm late for work again A7 C You know they'll probably drop the atom bomb E7 the day my ship comes in. A7 C E7 I dasn't bet a nickle cause I'd get paid off in yen B7 E7 Somehow you just can't win and that's the bag I'm in Instrumental A7 C E7 The jukebox playing the same old melody A7 C E7 Keeps on bringing back those blue memories. A7 C E7 You know this evil feeling's gonna be the death of me B7 think I'm going out of my mind. E7 Every morning when I get up, A7 C E7 I burn my fingers on the pot, A7 C E7 Toast was cold and the juice is hot, A7 C E7 I should start over but know I'd rather not B7 E7 Same thing ... again, and that's the bag I'm in A7 C E7 ah that's the kind of bag I'm in A7 C E7 I'll never get out of these crazy blues alive A7 C E7 Cause that's the bag I'm in.