C F C I am my fathers sonF C G I've never known when to shut upAm G F C I ain't fooling no oneF G C I am my father's sonC F C We don't see eye to eyeF C G I'll be the first to admit i never triedAm G F C 'n' sure it hurts, but it should hurt sometimeF G C We don't see eye to eyeC F C I was a young man whenF C G I first found the pleasure in the feel of his sinAm G F C F & i went down the same road as my old manG C I was younger thenAm F C G Now its three a.m. and i'm standing in the kitchenAm F C Holding my last cigaretteAm F C G F Strike a match 'n' i see my reflection in the mirror in the hallG And i say to myselfC F C I've got my mama's eyesF C G Her long thin frame 'n' her smileAm G F C And i still see wrong from rightF G C Cuz i've got my mama's eyesF G C Yea i've got my mama's eyes
Mama's Eyes
Justin Townes Earle
- Am
- C
- F
- G
Continua depois do anúncio
Tom: