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E               A             E          A
Sittin' here in L.A., looking down at my shoes
E           A           E            A      
Drownin' my troubles on small talk & blues
E            A            B                         E   
Sittin' here wonderin' if I could have been born to lose

        E        A         E         A
I think movin is losin and now I can see
        E             A            E          A
I let a false hearted woman make a fool outta me
    E             A             B                      E 
And now all I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues


Chorus:
B
Days are alright
B
I can't take these, L.A. nights
B
This place is a jungle when a man's on his own
A                 E
I wish I could go home


Had me a fine woman down in Birmingham town
Took care of my money and she didn't play around 
All I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues