Momma Song

Mom ma, I'm miss ing (C6)home,

and Cal i for nia's get ting (Bb)cold er,

and cold er, and cold er.

I (F)miss you.

And Mom ma, I'm get ting (C6)old.

Does get ting old

(Bb)er, and old er, and old er?

I (Dm)miss you.

Mom ma, don't you (D)know,

there's noth ing to be sor (G)ry a bout.

I'm so proud of (Bb)all you've done.

(F)Take me down your old (C)street.

Tell me your mem (Gm)'ries of when you were young (Bb)and when you fell in love.

(F)Drive me through the coun (C)try,

tell me your sto (Gm)ry.

And you can play (Bb)all of your fa v'rite (F)songs.

'Cause I'm gon na need (C)this,

when I'm hold ing pic (Gm)tures of you and that's (Bb)all that I've got (F)left,

(C)all that I've got (Gm)left,

(Bb)all that I've got (F)left.

Late ly it's get ting (C6)hard.

I've start ed look ing like my (Bb)fa ther,

and it makes me cry a lit (F)tle bit.

'Cause he real ly should have made (Dm)it big.

'Cause damn, he's good at ev (D)'ry thing.

And ev 'ry thing I (G)am's be cause of you.

I'm a (Bb)man you.

(F)left,

(Gm)all that I've got (Bb)left.