Mama, Don't Make Me Put On The Dress Again taby ukulele według Trixie Mattel

C                  G7               C
             
Mama don't make me put on the dress again
        F                             C

I can't stand the way it opens when I spin
       F                                C            Fm

Ribbon bows around my shoulder, and I'm only getting older
C                  G7               C        G7 C G7

Mama don't make me put on the dress again



C                   G7         C

Daddy don't make me fancy dance around
F                                 C

Painted up in that make-up like a clown
     F                            C                 Fm  

If I see another stocking, lord I swear to God, I'm walking, lord
C                   G7          C
   
Daddy don't make me fancy dance around



         F                         C

When I'm coming home alone for the hundredth time or so
        G7                               C

It gets harder on my hard earned money’s dime
       F                            C           Fm

To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it:
Am             G7         C       G7 C G7

Doing right or am I doing time?




C                   G7           C

Lover don't make me hit the road again
      F                              C

I can barely feel your fingers on my skin
          F

I've been booking every city
        C                Fm

Looking sad, but looking pretty, looking...
C                   G7               C

Lover don't make me hit the road the again



C                      G7                  C

Brother, don't make me tell you where I've been
F                                 C

Running around in circles made of sin
          F

I've been drinking like my daddy
             C            Fm

And he ain't ever had his last one, had he?
C                      G7                  C

Brother, don't make me tell you where I've been



         F                         C

When I'm coming home alone for the hundredth time or so
        G7                               C

It gets harder on my hard earned money’s dime
       F                            C           Fm

To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it:
Am             G7         C

Doing right or am I doing time?


F C G7 C
 
F C Fm Am G7 C


G7                              C

Farther from my home the more I wish it
F                    C               G7

The longer I’ve been gone the more I miss it
F

Ribbon bows around my shoulder
C                    Fm

And I swear I’m only getting older
C                  G7               C
         
Mama don’t make me put on the dress again



         F                         C

When I'm coming home alone for the hundredth time or so
        G7                               C

It gets harder on my hard earned money’s dime
       F                            C           Fm

To the bottle in my basket, will it answer if I ask it:
Am             G7         C

Doing right or am I doing time?
Am             G7         C

Doing right or am I doing time?