Hợp âm - tab: Don't Tell Mama - cảm âm - lời bài hát

By Brian Burns - (C) 1999 - Brian Burns Music (BMI)
7/10/2010


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[D]Don't tell [D/C#]Mama I'm a [D/B]guitar [D/A]picker, sh[G]e thinks I'm just i[D]n jail
I been [D]dreamin' up [D/C#]lines and [D/B]ringin' up [D/A]rhymes and [Em]raisin' all kinds of [A]hell
[G]Break Mama's heart if she [D]saw me singin' with my hair in a [D/C#]pony-[Bm]tail
So [G]don't tell Mama I'm a [D]guitar picker, she [G]thinks I'm j[A]ust in j[D]ail

I used to be a [A]good ol' boy, a clean cut [Em]kid, Mama's [Em/F#]pride and [G]joy[A]
Never [D]stayed out late, never [G]raised no kinda [A]cane
Then I bought me an [Em]old guitar and started out [G]pickin' in a smoky [D]bar
If [A]Mama finds out I've gone this far, she'll be [Em]hangin' her [Em/F#]head in [G]shame, [A]so...

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Mama loves her youngest son, but if she ever saw me on stage with Gary P. Nunn,
She's be plowin' up my corn with a double shovel,
But I love those neon lights, and those sexy, sultry Texas nights.
If Mama finds out what I'm doin' with my life, good God, there's gonna be trouble, so...

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