Mama (ver. 2) ukulele

Mama (ver. 2)

• Em

Intro: (Em  B  A  B  G  Em  B  Em) 

Mama we all go to hell (2x) 
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well 
Mama we all go to hell 
Oh well now 
Mama we're all gonna die (2x) 
Stop asking me questions 
 I'd hate to see you cry 
Mama we're all gonna die 

		            C		D 
And when we go don't blame us  yeah 
	     G			C 
We'll let the fire just bathe us  yeah 
     F		B 
You made us all so famous 
		    Em  D/F#  G 
We'll never let you go 
			C	Ebdim   Em	 
And when you go don't return to me my love 

(Em  B  A  B  G  Em  B  Em) 
Mama we're all full of lies 
Mama we're meant for the flies 
And right now they're building a coffin your size 
Mama we're all full of lies 
Well mother  what the war did to my legs and to my tongue 
You should have raised a baby girl 
I should have been a better son 
If you could coddle the infection 
They can amputate at once 
You should have been 
I could have been a better son 
		            C		D 
And when we go don't blame us  yeah 
	     G			C 
We'll let the fire just bathe us  yeah 
     F		B 
You made us all so famous 
		    Em  D/F#  G 
We'll never let you go 




	            C		D 
She said 'You ain't no son of mine' 
	                G			C 
For what you done they're gonna find 
     F			B 
A place for you and just you mind 
		    Em  D/F#  G 
Your manners when you go 
			C	Ebdim   Em	 
And when you go don't return to me my love… That's right 



Em  B  A  B  G  Em  B  Em 
Mama we all go to hell (2x) 
It's really quite pleasant/ Except for the smell 
Mama we all go to hell 

Solo: 


(two . three  four..Mama! Mama! Mama! Ohhhhh!!! Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...) 

(Em  A  B  A  B  G  Em  F#  B) 
And if you would call me your sweetheart 
I'd maybe then sing you a song 
But the shit that I've done 
With this fuck of a gun 
You would cry out your eyes all along 

(Em  A  B  A  B  G  Em  F#  B) 
We're damned after all 
Through fortune and flame we fall 
And if you can say then I'll show you the way to 
return from the ashes you call... 
We all carry on 
When our brothers in arms are gone 
So raise your glass high 
For tomorrow we die 
And return from the ashes you call...   


Em  B  A  B  G  Em  B  Em 


 

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