Tom: C
Introdução:
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
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But you were born to be a peasant not a king
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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
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You just sing and you sing and you sing
C
It doesn't mean a thing