Biography:
Beasts of Bourbon were an Australian rock 'n' roll band from Sydney, New South Wales that formed in 1983, with a line-up that has changed as the band splintered and reformed several times. Although they received limited commercial success, they are widely influential and critically acclaimed. They helped define Australian Swamp rock and are something of a supergroup, featuring line-ups of some of the most popular musicians of that sub-genre over many years.
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P s Y c H o
D Bm
Can Mary fry some fish Momma, 'cause I'm as hungry as can be.
D G A D
Oh, lordy how I wish Momma, you could keep that baby quiet 'cause my head is killing me.
D Bm
I saw my ex again last night Momma, she was at the dance at Millers store.
D G
She was with that Jacky White Momma, I killed them both and they're buried
A D
under Jenkins sycamore.
Bm D
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, Momma pour me a cup.
Bm A D
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, you better let 'em lock me up.
E C#m
Don't hand me Johnny's pup Momma, cause I might squeeze him too tight.
E B E
I'm having crazy dreams again Momma, so let me tell you about last night.
E C#m
I woke up in Johnny's room Momma, standing right there by his bed.
E B E
With my hands around his throat Momma, wishing both of us were dead.
C#m E
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, I just killed Johnny's pup.
C#m B E
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, you better let 'em lock me up.
F Dm
You know that little girl next door Momma, I believe her name was Betty Clark.
F C F
Well, don't tell me she's dead Momma, cause I just saw her in the park.
F Dm
We were sitting on a bench Momma, thinking of a game to play.
F C F
Seems I was holding a wrench Momma, then my mind just walked away.
Dm F
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, I didn't mean to break your cup.
Dm C F
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, Oh Momma why don't you get up.
Enjoy!
D Bm
Can Mary fry some fish Momma, 'cause I'm as hungry as can be.
D G A D
Oh, lordy how I wish Momma, you could keep that baby quiet 'cause my head is killing me.
D Bm
I saw my ex again last night Momma, she was at the dance at Millers store.
D G
She was with that Jacky White Momma, I killed them both and they're buried
A D
under Jenkins sycamore.
Bm D
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, Momma pour me a cup.
Bm A D
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, you better let 'em lock me up.
E C#m
Don't hand me Johnny's pup Momma, cause I might squeeze him too tight.
E B E
I'm having crazy dreams again Momma, so let me tell you about last night.
E C#m
I woke up in Johnny's room Momma, standing right there by his bed.
E B E
With my hands around his throat Momma, wishing both of us were dead.
C#m E
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, I just killed Johnny's pup.
C#m B E
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, you better let 'em lock me up.
F Dm
You know that little girl next door Momma, I believe her name was Betty Clark.
F C F
Well, don't tell me she's dead Momma, cause I just saw her in the park.
F Dm
We were sitting on a bench Momma, thinking of a game to play.
F C F
Seems I was holding a wrench Momma, then my mind just walked away.
Dm F
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, I didn't mean to break your cup.
Dm C F
You think I'm psycho don't you Momma, Oh Momma why don't you get up.
Enjoy!
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