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Grey In La Tab

by Loudon Wainwright Iii


This is what I came up with after hearing this song on the end of the 
Knocked up DVD. (Best part of the whole film... lol)
It is in the right key cos I played along to it once I had it figured out. 
Play it mostly up on the 6th and 8th frets, that way you can go
down to F at the first fret where he sings about the house smelling 
like a wet dog. Have fun

Grey in L.A

                                        
When it's grey in L.A. I sure like it that way
                                       
Cause there's way too much sunshine round here
                                       
I don't know about you I get so sick of blue skies
                        
Wherever they always appear

                                        
And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down
                           
On my carport roof made out of tin
                                        
If there's a flood then there's gonna be mudslides
                           
We all have to pay for our sin

                                  
And I suppose that they'll close canyon roads
                              
And the freeways will all start to clog 
                                           
And the waters will rise and you won't be surprised
                                               
When your whole house smells like your wet dog

                                        
When it's grey in L.A. it's much better that way
                                
It reminds you that this town's so cruel
                                                
Yeah it might feel like fun when you're sportin' sunglasses
                                
But really you're just one more fool

                                   
I'm just a chump this whole town's a dump
                                 
We came out here to dump all our dreams
                                        
Of making it big but we're stuck in a sig alert nightmare
                               
That's just how it seems                                                              

                                  
And I suppose Laurie David sure knows                                
                              
All those cars we drive heat up our earth
                                  
And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies
                                    
And brush fires can sure curb your mirth

                                        
Brad Grey's in L.A. yeah OK I should stay here
                                
There's no place that's better i know
                                 
For a wannabe star stuck in a car
                            
On a freeway with nowhere to go 

Repeat 1st verse