| F# | C# | Ebm | Bm | | First thing I re | member was | asking papa, | why, |
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| F# | D | F# | | For | there were many | things I didn’t | know. |
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| C# | Ebm | B | | And daddy always | smiled and | took me by the | hand, |
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| F# | C# | F# | | Saying, | someday | you’ll under | stand. |
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| | | C | F# | | | Well, I’m | here to tell you now, each and | every mother’s son, |
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| | | C | F# | | | That you | better learn it fast, you | better learn it young, |
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| | | Abm | B | F# | | | ’Cause | some | day never | comes. |
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Well, time and tears went by and I collected dust. |
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For there were many things I didn’t know. |
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When daddy went away, he said, try to be a man, |
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And someday you’ll understand. |
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And then one day in April, I wasn’t even there, |
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For there were many things I didn’t know. |
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A son was born to me. Mama held his hand, |
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sayin’ someday you’ll understand. |
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| G | D | Em | Cm | | Think it was Septem | ber, the | year I went | away, |
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| G | E6 | G | | For | there were many | things I didn’t | know. |
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| G | D | Em | C | | And | still I see him | standing | tryin’ to be a | man, |
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| G | D | G | | I said, | someday | you’ll under | stand. |
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| | | D | G | | | Well, I’m | here to tell you now, each and | every mother’s son, |
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| | | D | G | | | That you | better learn it fast, you | better learn it young, |
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| | | Am7 | C6 | C | | | ’Cause | some | day never | comes. |
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