C G F G7C G F G7F Bbmaj7 So say one and so say allF Eb7 Say what you gotta say Or don't say nothing at allAbmaj7 Dbmaj7 You've been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nightsBbm7 C C7 F C While the Bronx below you fights to stay aliveF Bbmaj7 So say one and so say allF Eb7 Be what you gotta be Or don't be nothing at allAbmaj7 Dbmaj7 Be gracious to your mother When you leave this neighbourhood (The change is going to do her good)Ebmaj7 Next to me you look badBb9/D Eb Fm7 F# Db B Db7 `Cos there ain't no fresh air for my mama, my mamaCm7 D But the drop is shear When you break awayC Take me awayD7 It's just about time to hit the roadBb Am Am/G C And say You gotta believe in somethingC It's easy to seeD7 My God is fading awayBb Am Am/G C So pick up your bible and pray for meF We're all alone in the darknessF#dim But our eyes are wide openG We don't see nothingBb And our hands are tiedDm C To the railings of the BoweryBb Gm7 And the humid city slickersF Bbmaj7 So say one and so say allF Eb7 We had a lot to say And we said it allAbmaj7 Dbmaj7 The cost of livin' in dreams Is rising like a crime wave (The American way of dying - The American way of dying)Ebmaj7 And it gets you every timeBb9/D Eb Fm7 And it looks like it's got to my mama My mamaF# Ab C G F G7 C May she rest....in....peace
Fresh Air For My Mama
10cc
- Ab
- Abmaj7
- Am
- Am/G
- B
- Bb
- Bb9/D
- Bbm7
- Bbmaj7
- C
- C7
- Cm7
- D
- D7
- Db4
- Db7
- Dbmaj74
- Dm
- Eb3
- Eb74
- Ebmaj7
- F
- F#
- F#dim
- Fm7
- G
- G7
- Gm7
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Tom: