| B | F# | Abm | Em | | First thing I re | member was | asking papa, | why, |
|
| B | G | B | | For | there were many | things I didn’t | know. |
|
| F# | Abm | E | | And daddy always | smiled and | took me by the | hand, |
|
|
| B | F# | B | | Saying, | someday | you’ll under | stand. |
|
|
| | | F | B | | | Well, I’m | here to tell you now, each and | every mother’s son, |
|
| | | F | B | | | That you | better learn it fast, you | better learn it young, |
|
| | | C#m | E | B | | | ’Cause | some | day never | comes. |
|
|
|
Well, time and tears went by and I collected dust. |
|
|
For there were many things I didn’t know. |
|
|
When daddy went away, he said, try to be a man, |
|
|
|
And someday you’ll understand. |
|
|
|
|
|
And then one day in April, I wasn’t even there, |
|
|
For there were many things I didn’t know. |
|
|
A son was born to me. Mama held his hand, |
|
|
|
sayin’ someday you’ll understand. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| C | G | Am | Fm | | Think it was Septem | ber, the | year I went | away, |
|
| C | A6 | C | | For | there were many | things I didn’t | know. |
|
| C | G | Am | F | | And | still I see him | standing | tryin’ to be a | man, |
|
|
| C | G | C | | I said, | someday | you’ll under | stand. |
|
|
| | | G | C | | | Well, I’m | here to tell you now, each and | every mother’s son, |
|
| | | G | C | | | That you | better learn it fast, you | better learn it young, |
|
| | | Dm7 | F6 | F | | | ’Cause | some | day never | comes. |
|
|
|
Home
