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Doyle Bramhall II

Mama Can't Help You

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Intro: Bb Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Well well well baby Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Aw Yeah [Verso 1] Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb I'm sorry that I looked your way Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Didn't know what I was getting into Fm Fm Fm Fm And everything I had to lose, to Ab Gm Get small enough to fit in your life Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb So I gotta sit Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Down, and think about it. Cuz you're Fm Fm Fm Fm Taking me out Ab Gm I lost myself, Nothing left to lose Bb Bb I don't want no more shit now Bb and I'm tired of living this way [Refrão] Db Eb And you caused it. Ohhh Fm Your mama can't help you no more Db Ooh you're alone now Ab Your mama can't help you no more Bb N.C. And she's lonely just like you [Verso 2] Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb I'm not into living this way Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb And I ain't playin baby Fm Fm Fm Fm I gotta make a move Ab Gm With my heart in the dirt and my clothes on the yard Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Oh can't see past Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb your need, hate jealousy and Fm Fm Fm Fm Greed now Ab Gm You take everything and I'm out on the street Bb Bb So why you still stirrin up shit now Bb Aren't you tired of being this way? [Refrão] Db Eb Ohhh Your mama can't help you no Fm Db more, can't do it babe. Ab Oh, who you going to blame? Bb You're making a mess of me, using up everything, Fm Db Blame. Your mama can't help you no more Ab Oh, it's time to grow up Bb You're making a mess of me, using up everything Solo: Bb Db Cm Blame Bb Db Cm Bb Db Cm Bb Db Eb [Verso 3] Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb The street beats sharin your shelter Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Too cold and too small for two Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Only ever make room for you Ab Gm Your need your greed and your jealousy Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb I want to get Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb with it... I'm gettin right with Fm Fm Fm Fm me... so come on Ab Gm Lady get right with your- Bb Bb self. Don't matter how hard you hit now Bb I'm so much stronger [Refrão] Db Eb And I can't hear you, oh, break it down, Fm I can't help you no more Db Ab ooh ohh baby, no I can't help you no more Bb You're making a mess of me, using up everything Fm Db No, your mama can't help you no more Ab Ohhh baby Bb You're making a mess of me using up everything Fm Yeah. Db Oh, that man don't fit no more Ab I can't help you with that no more Bb I got a new life, I got my whole self back Outro: Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb But I ain't got my watch Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Ain't that cold? Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Fm Fm Fm Fm Bb Fm Fm Fm Fm Fm