Capo 4th Fret

D
Now, too much of nothing
                    C                    G
Can make a man feel ill at ease.
D
One man's temper might rise
                        C                               G
While another man's temper might freeze.
            D            Eb
In the day of confession
         E                     F
We cannot mock a soul.
                             F#                   G
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,
      G#              Asus4   A
No one has control.

        C
        Say hello to Valerie
        G
        Say hello to Vivian
        C
        Send them all my salary
                      Bb     D   F  C  G
        On the waters of oblivion.


Too much of nothing
Can make a man abuse a king.
He can walk the streets and boast like most
But he wouldn't know a thing.
Now, it's all been done before,
It's all been written in the book,
But when there's too much of nothing,
Nobody should look.

        Say hello to Valerie
        Say hello to Vivian
        Send them all my salary
        On the waters of oblivion

Too much of nothing
Can turn a man into a liar,
It can cause one man to sleep on nails
And another man to eat fire.
Ev'rybody's doin' somethin',
I heard it in a dream,
But when there's too much of nothing,
It just makes a fella mean.

        Say hello to Valerie
        Say hello to Vivian
        Send them all my salary
        On the waters of oblivion


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