| D | A | Bm | Gm | | First thing I re | member was | asking papa, | why, |
|
| D | Bb | D | | For | there were many | things I didn’t | know. |
|
| A | Bm | G | | And daddy always | smiled and | took me by the | hand, |
|
|
| D | A | D | | Saying, | someday | you’ll under | stand. |
|
|
| | | Ab | D | | | Well, I’m | here to tell you now, each and | every mother’s son, |
|
| | | Ab | D | | | That you | better learn it fast, you | better learn it young, |
|
| | | Em | G | D | | | ’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. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| Eb | Bb | Cm | Abm | | Think it was Septem | ber, the | year I went | away, |
|
| Eb | C6 | Eb | | For | there were many | things I didn’t | know. |
|
| Eb | Bb | Cm | Ab | | And | still I see him | standing | tryin’ to be a | man, |
|
|
| Eb | Bb | Eb | | I said, | someday | you’ll under | stand. |
|
|
| | | Bb | Eb | | | Well, I’m | here to tell you now, each and | every mother’s son, |
|
| | | Bb | Eb | | | That you | better learn it fast, you | better learn it young, |
|
| | | Fm7 | Ab6 | Ab | | | ’Cause | some | day never | comes. |
|
|
| Eb | Fm7 | Ab6 | Ab | Eb | Fm | Eb | Fm | | | | | | | | | |
|
Home
