My yiddiche momme chords

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Of D things I should be G thankful _ for I've had a goodly F# _ .
share.
_ _ Bm And as F# I Bm sit in A# the comfort Bm _ of a F# cozy _ chair _ Dm My A fancy takes Dm me to a humble Gm east side A tenement.
_ _ _ Dm _ Three A flights B in the rear C# to where _ Bm my _ childhood days F# were spent.
_ _ It _ Bm.
wasn't F# much G like paradise _ but _ Bm amid the Em dirt F# and _ _ Em all.
_ There _ sits Bm the sweetest angel _ _ .
_ C# _ One _ that I _ _ _ fondly F# _ _ .
call.
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F My _ _ _ _ Bm _ _ .
Yiddish _ Mama _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I need her more than F# ever _ now.
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_ F# _ _ My Yiddish _ Mama _ _ _ _ _ _ I'd love to kiss that Bm wrinkled brow.
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long to Em _ always _ _ G _ .
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C# go on Bm by _ _ _ _ _ and E ask A# Em her to forgive me E for _ _ _ .
Things F# I did Bm that made her cry _ _ _ _ How few _ _ _ were her pleasures _ _ .
She never cared for F# fashion _ style _ _ Her _ jewels _ and treasures _ _ .
_ _ She found them in her baby's Bm _ smile _ _ _ _ _ _ Em Oh I'm _ _ .
_ Bm _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Em what I am _ F# _ _ .
today.
_ _ To Bm that dear little G _ _ lady _ D# _ .
Bm So _ _ _ old and gray.
_ _ C# _ _ E To that _ _ Em wonderful Bm _ Yiddish _ _ Em _ Mama.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ As I stand here in the night I think of my old Mama.
_ C# Not a well-dressed young man F# and not a well-dressed lady.
But a mother of fat times, of a big house.
_ _ With G a cozy Yiddish Bm heart and many F# wistful Bm eyes.
Em In the same little room as she had become as an old Bm woman.
C# _ _ Bm _ Sitting and knitting a quilt from the long past Em years.
When the house was full _ A# with the sound of children's voices.
G.
And the kitchen tasted of the sharp Bm knick-knacks of the scissors.
_ You make me believe that we didn't like everything.
G But yet A# before us the F# children had collected everything.
Em The F# piece of bread from the mother had to give us voluntarily.
_ And before her children Gm she had to put them away in Bm life.
_ Alone she had to knit, alone she had to wash _ and Em iron.
She worked day Bm and _ _ Em night and always ironed A# her child.
_ _ G And that's what a Yiddish Gm Mama is.
Bm And how happy you people are that you Em still have your Mamas.
G.
You can Em wish for the best.
_ And with your head you don't feel F# ashamed and you don't stop behaving.
Bm You can kiss their hands and hold their shoulders.
_ _ You need to pray to God for your health and for your life.
F# From C# all good and wealth you can give F# a full _ _ .
Millions of dollars, diamonds, houses, big, beautiful.
G _ But one thing in the Bm world, that God doesn't give you more than one _ _ .
A Yiddish _ Mama _ .
_ _ _ She makes, but she is the F# whole _ _ world.
A Yiddish _ Mama.
_ _ Oh how bitter it is Bm when she leaves _ _ .
You should Em thank God for what C# she still has _ with Bm her.
_ _ You A# don't know Bm Em the saddest F# words when she leaves.
Bm _ _ _ In water and fire, _ _ where she ran F# away from her child _ _ .
She doesn't have a home, _ _ but she has the Bm greatest heart _ _ _ .
_ G Oh how Em happy _ and Bm _ _ rich Em is the person F# who has.
_ _ _ A G _ beautiful Em mother, _ _ a Bm _ gift from God.
_ C# _ Em Only an old _ .
Bm _ Yiddish _ _ Em _ _ .
Mama.
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