A                                               D
Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow
                   E                                          A     E
Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window
              A                                            D   Bm
That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star
        A              E                  A     E
And lying underneath a brand new Japanese guitar


[Verse 2]
  A                                                     D
I remember in the morning, ma, hearing your alarm clock ring
                   E
I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work
                                     A   E
The sound of your makeup case on the sink
        A                                                         D     Bm
And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume, and rustlin' skirts
        A                                 E                 A   E
And how proud and happy you always looked walking home from work


[Verse 3]
        A                                            D
If pa's eyes were windows into a world so deadly and true
                  E                                             A      E
You couldn't stop me from looking but you kept me from crawlin' through
           A                                                       D   Bm
And it's a funny old world, mama, where a little boy's wishes come true
                 A                       E                    A  E
Well I got a few left in my pocket and a special one just for you


[Verse 4]
            A                                               D
It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother's day card
            E                                               A   E
It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard
         A                                                             D     Bm
I got my hot rod down on Bond Street, I'm older but you'll know me in a glance
                       A                     E                     A    E
We'll find us a little rock 'n' roll bar and baby we'll go out and dance


[Guitar solo]
A | A | D | D | E | E | A | E | A | A | D | Bm | A | E | A | E


[Verse 5]
                  A                                                D
Well it was me in my Beatle boots, you in pink curlers and matador pants
           E                                                  A    E
Pullin' me up off the couch to do the twist for my uncles and aunts
                    A                                                     D
Well I found a girl of my own now, ma, I popped the question on your birthday
                  Bm                                A
She stood waiting on the front porch while you were telling me to get out there
    E                             A  E
And say what it was that I had to say


[Verse 6]
     A                                                          D
Last night we all sat around laughing at the things that guitar bought us
      E                                                A       E
And I layed awake thinking 'bout the other things it's brought us
                        A
Well tonight I'm taking requests here in the kitchen
                                                      D  Bm
This one's for you, ma, let me come right out and say it
                                  A                       E                  A
It's overdue, but baby, if you re looking for a sad song, well I ain't gonna play it


[Guitar solo]
A | A | D | D | E | E | A | E | A | A | D | Bm | A | E | A | E
(fade out)



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