Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Chorus]
D D/C# D/B D G A D
Don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
D D/C# D/B D G A
I been dreamin' up lines and ringin' up rhymes and raisin' all kinds of hell.
G A D Bm
Break Mama's heart if she saw me singin' with my hair in a ponytail,
G D G A D
So don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
[Verse 1]
A G A D
I used to be a good ol' boy, a clean cut kid, Mama's pride and joy,
D G A
Never stayed out late, never raised no kinda cane.
A G A D
Then I bought me an old guitar and started out pickin' in a smoky bar,
A G A
If Mama finds out I've gone this far, she'll be hangin' her head in shame, so...
[Chorus]
D D/C# D/B D G A D
Don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
D D/C# D/B D G A
I been dreamin' up lines and ringin' up rhymes and raisin' all kinds of hell.
G A D Bm
Break Mama's heart if she saw me singin' with my hair in a ponytail,
G D G A D
So don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
[Verse 2]
A G A D
Mama loves her youngest son, but if she ever saw me on stage with Gary P. Nunn,
G A
She's be plowin' up my corn with a double shovel,
G A D
But I love those neon lights, and those sexy, sultry Texas nights.
D G
If Mama finds out what I'm doin' with my life, good God, there's gonna be
A
trouble, so...
[Chorus]
D D/C# D/B D G A D
Don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
D D/C# D/B D G A
I been dreamin' up lines and ringin' up rhymes and raisin' all kinds of hell.
G A D Bm
Break Mama's heart if she saw me singin' with my hair in a ponytail,
G D G A D
So don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
D D/C# D/B D G A D
Don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
D D/C# D/B D G A
I been dreamin' up lines and ringin' up rhymes and raisin' all kinds of hell.
G A D Bm
Break Mama's heart if she saw me singin' with my hair in a ponytail,
G D G A D
So don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
[Verse 1]
A G A D
I used to be a good ol' boy, a clean cut kid, Mama's pride and joy,
D G A
Never stayed out late, never raised no kinda cane.
A G A D
Then I bought me an old guitar and started out pickin' in a smoky bar,
A G A
If Mama finds out I've gone this far, she'll be hangin' her head in shame, so...
[Chorus]
D D/C# D/B D G A D
Don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
D D/C# D/B D G A
I been dreamin' up lines and ringin' up rhymes and raisin' all kinds of hell.
G A D Bm
Break Mama's heart if she saw me singin' with my hair in a ponytail,
G D G A D
So don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
[Verse 2]
A G A D
Mama loves her youngest son, but if she ever saw me on stage with Gary P. Nunn,
G A
She's be plowin' up my corn with a double shovel,
G A D
But I love those neon lights, and those sexy, sultry Texas nights.
D G
If Mama finds out what I'm doin' with my life, good God, there's gonna be
A
trouble, so...
[Chorus]
D D/C# D/B D G A D
Don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
D D/C# D/B D G A
I been dreamin' up lines and ringin' up rhymes and raisin' all kinds of hell.
G A D Bm
Break Mama's heart if she saw me singin' with my hair in a ponytail,
G D G A D
So don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.
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