Key: Am
Introduction:
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The smell first hits me from five blocks away,
Am
It&rsquo s Friday and I can&rsquo t stay away,
Dm Am
The Blue Jays are playing but I won&rsquo t likely risk it,
E
I&rsquo m here with a plan to binge on her brisket.
Am
My mother&rsquo s brisket,
E
So moist and tender,
E
Always sends me,
Am
On another Shabbos bender,
Dm E
The onions and carrots look nice,
Am F7
I don&rsquo t need them and potatoes, no dice,
E
There are only two things that suffice,
F7 Am
My mother and her brisket.
Am
My mother&rsquo s brisket,
E7
So silky smooth,
E7
Whatever might happen all week,
Am
There&rsquo s nothing quite like it to soothe,
Dm E
Don&rsquo t need a forshpeis or any desserts,
Am F7
I got no room, my stomach already hurts,
E
On Monday I&rsquo m altering shirts,
Am
Thanks to her brisket.
Dm Dm7
I want to climb, climb,
Am A2 Am
Into her brisket,
Dm Dm7
I could cry, die,
Am A2 Am
At the thought of her brisket,
Dm Dm7
I want to swim in her gravy and thrillingly flailing,
Am
I&rsquo ll whisk it,
E
The judges will give all the gold,
Am
To my mother&rsquo s brisket.
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My mother&rsquo s brisket
E
Strictly glatt
E7
The butchers revere her
Am
Reserving the very, extraordinary, best cut
Dm Am
Her picture&rsquo s on the wall in between Schneerson and Yentl
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Her brisket can make even flossing seem transcendental
Dm Dm7
I&rsquo m alive, diving,
Am A2 Am
Into her brisket,
Dm Dm7
I swoon, spoon,
Am A2 Am
Her soft sweet brisket,
Dm E
And if I really get lucky tonight,
Am F7
Though it&rsquo s easy &rsquo cause she loves to spoil,
E
Shabbos candles will reflect their last light,
Am
In blessed tin foil.
Dm Dm7
I want to climb, climb,
Am A2 Am
Into the tin foil,
Dm Dm7
I can&rsquo t wait to get home,
E
With my tin foil.
Dm
I&rsquo m gonna run all the red lights,
Am
Pull it over, stop it and frisk it,
E
I want twenty-five years to life,
Am D2/F#
With my mother&rsquo s brisket,
Dm E*
Solitarily confined to every slice,
Am
Of my mother&rsquo s brisket.
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