Tell Yer Momma by Roger Clyne

Tell Yer Momma
Peacemakers
from David Cushman, http://gladstone.uoregon.edu/~dcushman/guitar.html

Capo 1

Intro:
    C              Em             Am             G7
e---------3--------------3--------------3--------1----|
B------------1--------------0--------------1-----0----|
G---------------0--------------0--------------2--0----|  tab courtesy of
D------2--------------2--------------2-----------0----|  www.semifamous.com
A---3--------------2--------------0--------------2----|
E------------------------------------------------3----|
                    C
  Well I used to be bad
        Am
  I was born to lose
         G                       F
  And my travelin' shoes was the only shoes I had
                    C
  Well I used to be cool
        Am               G                       F
  I was that Sunday afternoon, Sunk 'n drunk and stumblin fool
  G
   'Till I met your momma

  C                        Am
  She pulled me outta that terrible fix, well
  F
  I know daddy's been away awhile
                  G
  Cause it's been hard to teach an old dog new tricks.

  C                    G                     F         G
  Tell your momma your daddy's done quit his drinkin'
  C                    G                    F          G
  Tell your momma your daddy done found the Lord
  C                    G                   Am          G              F
  Tell your momma your daddy done quit his cussin, his fightin, his carryin on
                F                   G                  C    G7
  But don't you tell your momma God Damn, your daddy's bored

                    C
  Well I used to be sly
           Am
  I'd stay out all night
           G
  'Cause I loved to fight
      F
  And make them young girls cry

                    C
  Well I used to be rude
          Am              G
  I was a crude, screwed, lewd, glued, tattooed
  F
  Down -n - dirty with a just plain surly attitude
  G
   'Till I met your momma

  C                        Am
  She pulled me outta this terrible fix
  F
  I know daddy's been away awhile
                  G
  Cause it's been hard to teach an old dog new tricks.
  C                    G                     F         G
  Tell your momma your daddy's done quit his drinkin'
  C                    G                    F          G
  Tell your momma your daddy done found the Lord
  C                    G                   Am          G              F
  Tell your momma your daddy done quit his cussin, his fightin, his carryin on
                F                   G                  C
  But don't you tell your momma God Damn, your daddy's bored

           F
  Well if a thousand times I've seen the light
                                           C
  You know that I've gone blind a thousand times again
           F
  And if a thousand times I said "I do"
                                     C
  you know I turn my tail a thousand one again
                   Am                   G
  I didn't mean no harm I's just havin' fun again

  Uh-oh, uh-oh, SCOTTY'S GOT A SOLO!!
  (Chorus chords over solo) (Tab relative to capo) WITH SLIDE!
e:---------------------------------------------------------------------|
B:---------------------------------------------------------------------|
G:-3/5-5-/4--------------3/5--5/4-----------2-4-/5-5-/7--7/9-/7-/5-5---|
D:----------5-5/6-----------------5-5/6---6----------------------------|
A:----------------3-/5-------------------------------------------------|
E:---------------------------------------------------------------------|

e:-------------------------|
B:-------------------------|
G:5--5/7-------------------|
D:--------5--5/6-----------|
A:---------------7-5-3---/2|
E:-------------------------|

  C                    G                     F         G
  Tell your momma your daddy's done quit his drinkin'
  C                    G                    F          G
  Tell your momma your daddy done found the Lord
  C                    G                   Am          G              F
  Tell your momma your daddy done quit his cussin, his fightin, his carryin on
                F                G
  But don't you tell your momma, no
            F                G
  Don't you tell your momma, oh no
           F                    G                  C
  Don't you tell your momma God Damn, your daddy's bored

  CCCCCCCCCC G C

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