Week 70 - "Mama"

This song is sung by a son to his very unfortunate mama.

Lyrics:
D  A/C#  Bm  G
Mama, there's so many things I want to thank you for
D  A/C#  E   A
I know sometimes it was kind of hard
D  A/C#  Bm  G
I know my brothers and I were always pretty ornry ones.
D  A/C#  E   A
Heaven help you if you ever dropped your guard.

Bb    F
Do you remember the time
Gm     Dm
When I was eight years old
Eb    Bb
I set fire to the living room rug
C   F
And I can't forget the look on your face.
Bb   F
Then you picked up the rug
Gm  Dm
And you smothered the flames.
Eb  Bb
The second degree burns would heal up in time
C                          F           Bb      A
But the memory still has a place in my heart.

D  A/C#  Bm  G
Mama, I know that we could be rough on you
D  A/C#  E   A
I'm sure our antics made you kind of sick.
D  A/C#  Bm  G
And I'm sure my brothers and I are the ones to blame
D  A/C#  E   A
That you developed that nervous tic.

Bb    F
Do you remember the time
Gm     Dm
On a Saturday
Eb    Bb
You took a nap in the afternoon
C   F
My brothers and I cut off all your hair.
Bb   F
You woke up in a rage
Gm  Dm
So we ran and hid
Eb    Bb
You only wore a wig for a year,
C                        F           Bb       A
But the memory is always there in my heart.


D  A/C#  Bm  G
Mama, I know that the years had to take their toll
D  A/C#  E   A
And I know we never took it easy on you
D  A/C#  Bm  G
One day, the men in the white coats took you away.
D  A/C#  E   A
Don't worry, Mama, we'll always come to visit you.

Bb    F
Do you remember the time
Gm     Dm
We got those BB guns
Eb    Bb
We ran around the house
C   F
And shot all the windows out.
Bb   F
I wonder if that was the day
Gm  Dm
WE pushed you over the edge.
Eb    Bb
In fact, when I think back,
C   F   Bb
There isn't any doubt in my heart.