Pistol Annies - Milkman

no capo!

[intro]

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[verse (1)]

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If mama would’ve loved the milkman
E A
Maybe she wouldn’t judge me
A
If she’d’ve had a ride in his white van
Up and down baker street
D
On a monday with her hair down and her hand about
A
To slide between his knees
E D
But mama never did love
A
Nothin’ but daddy and me

[verse (2)]

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If mama would’ve smoked her a cigarette
E A
Maybe she wouldn’t judge me
A
If she’d’ve done more than the dishes
Untied them apron strings
D
She’d be sittin’ in her sundress on the back porch
A
Mixing whiskey and sweet tea

[pre chorus]

E D
Mama never did think twice
A
About feelin’ this free

[chorus]

D A
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
C#m D
Drinkin’ on a sunday was a sin
A
She might’ve made it past the water tower
Bm
If she’d’ve loved the milkman

E A D A C#m D
Hmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
D A Bm E A
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

[verse]

A
If i could be more like mama
E A
Maybe she wouldn’t judge me
Sometimes i think mama, wants to be more like we
D
But it’s too late ‘cause her hair’s gray
And the years have started
A
Showing on her cheeks
E
‘cause mama never did
D A
Have nothin’ but daddy and me

[chorus]

D A
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
C#m D
Drinkin’ on a sunday was a sin
A
She might’ve made it past the water tower
Bm E A
If she’d’ve loved the milkman, hmmm, hmmm