Chords for Michael McDermott, No. 49
Tempo:
69.275 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [D] Lifelessness cries from a fowl of youth.
Lawyers debate the meaning of truth.
In the church of Satan, he doubts his general mood.
And he cries when he sees his reflection.
Lost postmen wander the American streets, passing and mediating the quiet ease.
Being entertained by a drunk, Cody Keats, who pays a dollar a week for protection.
[Em] Oh, mama, mama, [A] where have [D] you gone?
[F#m] You left your [A] little boy here all alone.
[D] [G]
[D] [G] [D]
See music plays in the small cafes.
They can verse and ball and rando in his younger days.
In the back, the old man is just quoting hot Broadway plays.
And [G] the feelings that [D] he feels are not real.
Politicians shake my hand under the alcohol.
They [G] don't have to show me.
I [Am] can easily tell [D] that they're smiles.
They're trying to sell the [G] bad hand [D] of another dealer.
[F#] Oh, [Em] mama, mama, [A] where have you gone?
You left your little boy here all [D] alone.
[G]
[A] [D]
[A] [G] [D] A bull sits a broken athlete.
And he [G] drowns his pain from [Am] his head to his feet.
[D] He succeeds, retires, and can't swallow defeat.
Because his life is no longer a game.
The old man sits alone with his toast and tea.
Watching Jackie Gleason on his own TV.
Broken for the transit authority.
Just [G] like Jackie, he feels [D] the same.
[E] Oh, [Bm] mama, [A] mama, where have you gone?
You left your [Bm] little boy [A] here all alone.
[D]
The sink in my decode after dark.
I [G] was walking [D] along the lottery park.
And down to the south, I saw a spark.
[A] It was coming [D] from the lady's candle.
Yes, it's good with grace and liberty.
[G] But it's [A] not in [D] the streets.
Put your head down.
So just look at me.
[G] You probably know that you [A] can handle [Em] it.
[D] [F#m] Shout [D] to the boy.
And your back hurts.
[G] [D]
So my way, the right way, the right [G] [D]
way.
[G] [D] [G]
[A] [D]
Lawyers debate the meaning of truth.
In the church of Satan, he doubts his general mood.
And he cries when he sees his reflection.
Lost postmen wander the American streets, passing and mediating the quiet ease.
Being entertained by a drunk, Cody Keats, who pays a dollar a week for protection.
[Em] Oh, mama, mama, [A] where have [D] you gone?
[F#m] You left your [A] little boy here all alone.
[D] [G]
[D] [G] [D]
See music plays in the small cafes.
They can verse and ball and rando in his younger days.
In the back, the old man is just quoting hot Broadway plays.
And [G] the feelings that [D] he feels are not real.
Politicians shake my hand under the alcohol.
They [G] don't have to show me.
I [Am] can easily tell [D] that they're smiles.
They're trying to sell the [G] bad hand [D] of another dealer.
[F#] Oh, [Em] mama, mama, [A] where have you gone?
You left your little boy here all [D] alone.
[G]
[A] [D]
[A] [G] [D] A bull sits a broken athlete.
And he [G] drowns his pain from [Am] his head to his feet.
[D] He succeeds, retires, and can't swallow defeat.
Because his life is no longer a game.
The old man sits alone with his toast and tea.
Watching Jackie Gleason on his own TV.
Broken for the transit authority.
Just [G] like Jackie, he feels [D] the same.
[E] Oh, [Bm] mama, [A] mama, where have you gone?
You left your [Bm] little boy [A] here all alone.
[D]
The sink in my decode after dark.
I [G] was walking [D] along the lottery park.
And down to the south, I saw a spark.
[A] It was coming [D] from the lady's candle.
Yes, it's good with grace and liberty.
[G] But it's [A] not in [D] the streets.
Put your head down.
So just look at me.
[G] You probably know that you [A] can handle [Em] it.
[D] [F#m] Shout [D] to the boy.
And your back hurts.
[G] [D]
So my way, the right way, the right [G] [D]
way.
[G] [D] [G]
[A] [D]
Key:
D
G
A
Em
F#m
D
G
A
[G] _ [D] _ _ Lifelessness cries from a fowl of youth.
Lawyers debate the meaning of truth.
In the church of Satan, he doubts his general mood.
And he cries when he sees his reflection.
Lost postmen wander the American streets, passing and mediating the quiet ease.
Being entertained by a drunk, Cody Keats, who pays a dollar a week for protection.
[Em] Oh, mama, mama, [A] where have [D] you gone?
[F#m] You left your [A] little boy here all alone.
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ See music plays in the small cafes.
They can verse and ball and rando in his younger days.
In the back, the old man is just quoting hot Broadway plays.
And [G] the feelings that [D] he feels are not real.
Politicians shake my hand under the alcohol.
They [G] don't have to show me.
I [Am] can easily tell [D] that they're smiles.
They're trying to sell the [G] bad hand [D] of another dealer.
[F#] Oh, [Em] mama, mama, [A] where have you gone?
You left your little boy here all [D] alone.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [G] [D] A bull sits a broken athlete.
And he [G] drowns his pain from [Am] his head to his feet.
[D] He succeeds, retires, and can't swallow defeat.
Because his life is no longer a game.
The old man sits alone with his toast and tea.
Watching Jackie Gleason on his own TV.
Broken for the transit authority.
Just [G] like Jackie, he feels [D] the same.
[E] Oh, [Bm] mama, [A] mama, where have you gone?
You left your [Bm] little boy [A] here all alone.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The sink in my decode after dark.
I [G] was walking [D] along the lottery park.
And down to the south, I saw a spark.
[A] It was coming [D] from the lady's candle.
Yes, it's good with grace and liberty.
[G] But it's [A] not in [D] the streets.
Put your head down.
So just look at me.
[G] You probably know that you [A] can handle [Em] it.
_ _ [D] _ [F#m] Shout [D] to the boy.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And your back hurts.
_ _ _ [G] _ [D]
So my way, the right way, the right [G] _ [D] _
_ way.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
Lawyers debate the meaning of truth.
In the church of Satan, he doubts his general mood.
And he cries when he sees his reflection.
Lost postmen wander the American streets, passing and mediating the quiet ease.
Being entertained by a drunk, Cody Keats, who pays a dollar a week for protection.
[Em] Oh, mama, mama, [A] where have [D] you gone?
[F#m] You left your [A] little boy here all alone.
[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ See music plays in the small cafes.
They can verse and ball and rando in his younger days.
In the back, the old man is just quoting hot Broadway plays.
And [G] the feelings that [D] he feels are not real.
Politicians shake my hand under the alcohol.
They [G] don't have to show me.
I [Am] can easily tell [D] that they're smiles.
They're trying to sell the [G] bad hand [D] of another dealer.
[F#] Oh, [Em] mama, mama, [A] where have you gone?
You left your little boy here all [D] alone.
_ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ [G] [D] A bull sits a broken athlete.
And he [G] drowns his pain from [Am] his head to his feet.
[D] He succeeds, retires, and can't swallow defeat.
Because his life is no longer a game.
The old man sits alone with his toast and tea.
Watching Jackie Gleason on his own TV.
Broken for the transit authority.
Just [G] like Jackie, he feels [D] the same.
[E] Oh, [Bm] mama, [A] mama, where have you gone?
You left your [Bm] little boy [A] here all alone.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The sink in my decode after dark.
I [G] was walking [D] along the lottery park.
And down to the south, I saw a spark.
[A] It was coming [D] from the lady's candle.
Yes, it's good with grace and liberty.
[G] But it's [A] not in [D] the streets.
Put your head down.
So just look at me.
[G] You probably know that you [A] can handle [Em] it.
_ _ [D] _ [F#m] Shout [D] to the boy.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
And your back hurts.
_ _ _ [G] _ [D]
So my way, the right way, the right [G] _ [D] _
_ way.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _