Cifras
It Doesn't Mean A Thing

Tono: C

Introducción:

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 C 
I never knew my mother
 F                                                 G 
I can't say it was so bad
 C 
She was still a girl of seventeen
 F                                                   G 
The night she met my dad
 C 
He was just six months out of Chino
 Am                                                             G 
Tryin' his hardest to stay clean
 C                               C9M                     Am               G                               F 
When they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
 C                   C9M           Am     G                               F 
Like doves sleepin' with broken wings
 C               C9M   Am       F 
In a bed fit for a king
 F 
It didn't mean a thing
 C 
It was a shotgun-forced wedding
 F                                                                               G 
And they forgot to bring the guns
 C 
They were busy countin' promises
 F                                                                   G 
To the children not yet born
 C 
No one could afford the ride
 Am                                                                                 G 
Everyone hitched up the one oh one
 C                       C9M                   Am         G                                 F 
And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
 C       C9M             Am                 G                     F 
Like doves dancin' with broken wings
 C   C9M     Am   G     F 
With a view fit for a king
 F 
It didn't mean a thing
 C 
It was a lonliness they would confess
 F 
Like the world had gone bad, I guess
 C 
So they hold hands lookin' to the eyes of God
 F 
They say, "Tell me, why'd you hide from us?
 C 
Why'd you fill the world with wickedness?
 F                                                                                                   G 
Why'd you spare us from your grace but not the rod?"
 C 
Now my dad says, "Fuck the teachers,
 F                                                                         G 
Just keep your head down hide.
 C 
Gotta find yourself alone
 F                                                                           G 
before you'll find the eyes of God"
 C 
You may be broke and scared
 Am                                                                                             G 
And mad and tear at the flesh of your own heart's strings
 C                             C9M       Am               G                         F 
But you were born to be a peasant not a king
 C       C9M                     Am                 G                                         F 
So just stop actin' like you're runnin' form something
 C         C9M                                 Am                         G                           F 
You're gonna leave the way you came without a thing
 C         C9M                 Am                     G                                   F 
With you're heart tied to your mind tied to a string
 C         C9M                     Am                 G                           F 
You just sing and you sing and you sing
                                                   C 
It doesn't mean a thing