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[Verse 1]
Em
I can't take this kind of pressure
Gm                      D
I must confess one more dusty road
      C                  G
Would be just a road too long
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Worthless

[Verse 2]
Em
I just can't, I just can't
I just can't seem to get started
Gm                      D
Don't have the heart to live in the fast lane
C                       G
All that has passed and gone

[Chorus]
G    A
Worthless
                C       G
And there ain't nothing you can do about it!
G    A
Worthless
Pardon me while I panic!
C    G     G    F     F    D#
Worthless, worthless, worthless

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
Em
I come from KC Missouri
    Gm                    D
And I got my kicks out on Route 66
      C                         G
Every truck stop from Butte to MO
Em
Motown to old Alabama
     Gm            D
From Texarkana and east of Savannah
     C                G    Gb  F
From Tampa to old Kokomo
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Worthless

[Verse 4]
Em
I once ran the Indy 500
Gm                   D
I must confess I'm impressed how I did
      C                       G       Gb  F
And I wonder how close that I came
Em
Now I get a sinking sensation
Gm                   D                          C
I was the top of the line, out of sight; out of mind
                        G
So much for fortune and fame

[Instrumental]
Gm7

[Verse 5]
Gm
Once took a Texan to a wedding
Once took a Texan to a wedding
A#m                     F
He kept forgetting, his loneliness letting
    D#                           A#
His thoughts turn to home and we turned

[Verse 6]
Gm
I took a man to a graveyard
A#m                     F
I beg your pardon, it's quite hard enough
     D#                           A#          A  Ab
Just living with the stuff I have learned
Gm
Worthless

[Instrumental]
Gm7

Gm  Gb  F

[Verse 7]
Em
Once drove a surfer to Sunset
Gm                     D
There were bikinis and buns, there were weenies
   C                     G
Fellini just couldn't forget
Em
Pico, let's go up to Zuma
Gm
Pico, let's go up to Zuma!
     A#m              F
From Zuma to Yuma the rumor was
        D#                     A#      A   Ab
I had a hand in the lay of the land

G
Get up and go hit the highway

[Instrumental]
G   A
C   G
G   A
C G  G F  F D#

[Verse 8]
Em
(Ooooh…)
I worked on a reservation
(Ooh...ooh...)
Gm                           D
Who would believe they would love me and leave
     C                     G
On a bus back to old Santa Fe?
Em
Once in an Indian Nation
Gm                     D
I took the kids on the skids where the Hopi
    C                      G
Was happy 'til I heard 'em say…
        D    Em
"You're worthless."

[Outro]
Em    Gm  D  C  G
G  Gb  F
Em    Gm  D  C  G
G  Gb  F
Em