Chords for Rory Block - My Black Mama

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[Abm] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
Hey, my daddy, what's the matter with you?
Say, baby, I ain't satisfied, don't care what I do.
Hey, daddy, _ [Db] what's the matter [Ab] with you?
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[Db] Hey, I ain't satisfied, [Ab] baby, don't care what I do.
_ _ [Abm] _ _ You take a mean old brown to make a [Ab] woman move to [Abm] town.
[Ab] Silver, sweet lovin' papa make a new picka stable down.
Mean old, mean old lady will make a woman move to town.
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[Ab] Oh, but sweet lovin' daddy will make a new picka stable down. _ _ _ _ _
Well, [Abm] ain't no heaven, ain't [Ab] no burning hell.
Where I'm going when I die, can't nobody tell.
Ain't no heaven now, ain't no [Abm] burning hell.
[Ab] _ _ Oh, I'm real down.
Oh, where I'm going when I die, [Db] can't _ nobody [Ab] tell. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Oh, I'm real down.
_ Well, if you see my milk cart, [Ab] tell him to [Abm] hurry home.
[Ab] I ain't had no milk since I've been gone.
If you see my milk cart, won't you tell him to hurry home.
Well, _ _ I ain't had no milk since that cab [Abm] driver [Ab] gone.
_ [Abm] _ _ When I'm going to the racetrack to see my pony run.
He's the best in the world, [Ab] but he's not running.
Son of a gun, I'm going to the [Db] racetrack to see my [Ab] pony run.
_ _ _ _ Well, he's the best in the world, but he's not running.
Son of a gun. _ _ _ _ _
Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul.
_ Wouldn't miss teaching baby for my twenty gold.
Oh, Lord have mercy _ _ on my wicked soul. _ _ _ _ _
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Well, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul.
Oh, Lord. _ _
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