D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Sitting on the front step, little white suitcase.
Hearing that diesel for
G it at the front gate.
His headlights burning
D down a Friday night _ _ .
Southern bell statue standing in the screen door.
Watching her whole world head
G for an old Ford.
With him in the can, the
D current, the eye.
_
Em Then I run
D to him,
G big hug, jump
Em in.
And I cry
D for her out
G the window.
_ _
Bm.
Some
G mamas and daddies in love and in a
D straight line.
Take a river to heart and then take a long
Bm swing around.
But some mamas
G and daddies let their heart
D strings tear and tango.
A _
G And some of us get stuck in a
D love triangle.
Bowling _ _ _ _ alley burger, fries and a milkshake.
Headed to the same old two dollar
G matinee.
Baby has her school
D pen and has her
A mom.
_
D Patsy Cline echoes back off the dashboard.
Staring at my boots and the dusty
G old floorboard.
Baby two weeks ain't
D really all that long.
Then
Em I run to
D her, wrap
G my arms around her
Em skirt.
And I cry for
D him out
G the window.
_ _
Bm Some mamas
G and daddies in love and in a
D straight line.
Take a river
A to heart and then take a long
Bm swing around.
But some mamas
G and daddies let their heart
D strings tear and tango.
A And
G some of us get stuck in a
D love triangle.
_ _ _
G _ _ _
Bm _ .
_ _ _ _
A In a love
D triangle, yeah.
_ _ _ _
G _ _
Bm _ .
_ _ _ _
A Some _
Bm.
mamas
G and daddies in love and in a
D straight line.
Take a river to heart and then take a long
Bm swing around.
But some mamas
G and daddies let their heart
D strings tear and
A tango.
Bm And some mamas
G and daddies ran out of love in
D 94.
And some mamas
A and daddies don't even talk
Bm no more.
And some mamas
G and daddies let their heart
D strings tear and tango.
G And some of us get stuck.
A And some of us grow up.
In a
D love triangle _ _ _ _ .
_
G _ _ _ _
D _ _
A _ .
D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .