Chords for Mean Mary - Satin Skirt and Dancin' Shoes

Hi everyone, it's a happy Thursday.
It was supposed to be a happy Friday when I did this, but since it's snowing outside
and we are snowed in here in Nashville, the most snow I've seen in quite a while, I thought
I would just stay in and play y'all a song.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _
They built [G] this club _ [F#] back when I was three.
Mama _
[Bm] sang [G] for dollars, [F#] and Daddy drank [B] for free. _
While [Bm] I'd hide in the [G] kitchen, [F#]
eating rich folks' hors d'oeuvres, _ [Bm]
and listening [G] to them
talk [F#]
about Mama's sweet young [B] curves. _
_ Now Mama [G] was a laddie, [F#] never did nothing wrong.
_ _ [Bm] Lord, could [G] she help it if [E] her legs were [F#] too long.
[Bm] She sang in [G] sunny mornings, [F#] but at night she'd sing the blues [Bm] in her _ [G] satin skirt _ [E] and _ [F#] _
dancing [Bm] shoes.
_ [G] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ There's a picture [G] of Mama [F#] hanging over the bus.
_ [Bm] Papa said that [G]
one day [F#] he would make her a star.
[Bm] But time [G] goes by, [F#] dreams and pictures fade. _
_ [Bm] Well, drink _ [G]
became _ [F#] Papa's only [Bm] _
crusade.
[B] _ _ We're [Bm] broken [G] _ hearts [F#] and cigarette smoke.
[Bm] And I spend [G] my time [E] just growing [F#] up broke.
Oh, [Bm] God, will [G] Papa's shirt [F#] still smell of booze?
_ [Bm] _
Mama's satin [G] skirt [E] and _ _ [F#] _ dancing shoes.
_ [G] _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _
Well, Papa [G] drank himself [F#] six feet under dirt.
_ _ [Bm]
Mama, [G] she got tired [F#] of her [B] satin skirt.
She [Bm] left [G] it to me [F#] with her shoes and a note.
_ _ _ [Bm] _
Life is [G] funny [F#] was all that [B] she wrote.
[F#] _ _
Well, [Bm] I'll never [G] know how [F#] I made it this far.
[Bm] I didn't [G] learn much in [E] that lonely [F#] old bar.
But [Bm] I learned [G] how to flirt [F#] and to sing the blues in [Bm] Mama's satin [G]
skirt _ [E] and _ [F#] _
dancing [Bm] _ shoes.
[G] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] Now Mama [G] was a lady, [F#] never did nothing wrong.
_ [Bm] But her hair was too [G]
heavy and [E] her legs were [F#] too long.
[Bm] And she looked [G] like an angel [F#] with nothing left to lose in [Bm] her _ [G] satin skirt.
_ [E] She _ [F#] _
_ _ _ sang [G] him Sunday mornings, [F#] but not sheets in blue _ in [Bm] her satin [G] skirt _ [E]
and _ [F#] _ _ dancing shoes.
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _