Biografía:
Otras canciones:
- Bad Ol John
- Ballad Of The Wildwood
- Big Red Barn
- Born To Be That Woman
- Brand New Day
- Casting Stones
- Choctawhatchee Waltz
- Death And The Maiden
- Fields Of Glory
- Fugitive
- I Walk With Amazing Grace
- Iron Horse
- Ive Been Down
- Low Side Of Town
- Memphis Moon
- Methinks I See Thee Jane
- One Last Dance
- Orange Blossom Special
- Penny Larue
- Pink Carousel
- Rose Tattoo
- Rough Road Ahead
- Satin Skirt And Dancin Shoes
- Shepherds Hill
- Sierra Leone
- Sing Your Song
- Sugar Creek Mountain
- Sunshine
- Sunshine Reprise
- Sweet
- Sweet Jezebel
- Thank You Very Much
- The Safebreakers Daughter
- Trumbull County Antique Tractor Show
- Walk A Little Ways With Me
- Where Were You
- Wherefore Art Thou Jane
- Year Of The Sparrow
- You Broke It In Four
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Mean Mary - Satin Skirt And Dancin' Shoes
CAPO: 2nd Fret
[Intro]
Am F E7 Am F E7 Am
[Verse 1]
F E7
They built this club back when I was three
Am F E7 Am
Momma sang for dollars and Daddy drank for free
F E7
While I’d hide in the kitchen eatin’ rich folk’s hors d’oeuvres
Am F E7 Am
And listenin’ to them talk about Momma's sweet young curves
[Chorus]
F E7
Now, Momma was a lady, never did nothin’ wrong
Am F D Am
Lord, could she help it if her legs were too long
F E7
She sang hymns Sunday mornings, but at night she’d sing the blues
Am F D Am F E7 Am
In her satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
[Verse 2]
F E7
There’s a picture of Momma hanging over the bar
Am F E7 Am
Papa said that one day he would make her a star
F E7
But time goes by, dreams and pictures fade
Am F E7 Am
Cruel drink became Papa’s only crusade
[Chorus]
F E7
Broken hearts and cigarette smoke
Am F D
Well, I spent my time just growing up broke
Am F E7
I’d wear Papa’s shirt, still smellin’ of the booze
Am F D Am
And Momma’s satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
[Instrumental]
Am F E7 Am F E7 Am
[Verse 3]
F E7
Well, Papa drank himself six feet under dirt
Am F E7 Am
Momma, she got tired of her satin skirt
F E7
She left it to me with her shoes and a note
Am F E7 Am
“When life is funny”, was all that she wrote
[Chorus]
F E7
Well, I don't know how I made it this far
Am F D Am
I didn’t learn much in that lonely old bar
F E7
But I learned how to flirt and to sing the blues
Am F D Am
In Momma’s satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
[Instrumental]
Am F E7 Am F E7 Am
[Chorus]
F E7
Oh, now, Momma was a lady, oh, never did nothin’ wrong
Am F D Am
But her hair was too wavy and her legs were too long
F E7
She’d look like an angel with nothing left to lose
Am F D Am
Oh, in her satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
F E7
She’d praise god Sunday morning, but at night she’d sing the blues
Am F D Am
In a satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
CAPO: 2nd Fret
[Intro]
Am F E7 Am F E7 Am
[Verse 1]
F E7
They built this club back when I was three
Am F E7 Am
Momma sang for dollars and Daddy drank for free
F E7
While I’d hide in the kitchen eatin’ rich folk’s hors d’oeuvres
Am F E7 Am
And listenin’ to them talk about Momma's sweet young curves
[Chorus]
F E7
Now, Momma was a lady, never did nothin’ wrong
Am F D Am
Lord, could she help it if her legs were too long
F E7
She sang hymns Sunday mornings, but at night she’d sing the blues
Am F D Am F E7 Am
In her satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
[Verse 2]
F E7
There’s a picture of Momma hanging over the bar
Am F E7 Am
Papa said that one day he would make her a star
F E7
But time goes by, dreams and pictures fade
Am F E7 Am
Cruel drink became Papa’s only crusade
[Chorus]
F E7
Broken hearts and cigarette smoke
Am F D
Well, I spent my time just growing up broke
Am F E7
I’d wear Papa’s shirt, still smellin’ of the booze
Am F D Am
And Momma’s satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
[Instrumental]
Am F E7 Am F E7 Am
[Verse 3]
F E7
Well, Papa drank himself six feet under dirt
Am F E7 Am
Momma, she got tired of her satin skirt
F E7
She left it to me with her shoes and a note
Am F E7 Am
“When life is funny”, was all that she wrote
[Chorus]
F E7
Well, I don't know how I made it this far
Am F D Am
I didn’t learn much in that lonely old bar
F E7
But I learned how to flirt and to sing the blues
Am F D Am
In Momma’s satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
[Instrumental]
Am F E7 Am F E7 Am
[Chorus]
F E7
Oh, now, Momma was a lady, oh, never did nothin’ wrong
Am F D Am
But her hair was too wavy and her legs were too long
F E7
She’d look like an angel with nothing left to lose
Am F D Am
Oh, in her satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
F E7
She’d praise god Sunday morning, but at night she’d sing the blues
Am F D Am
In a satin skirt and dancin’ shoes
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