Cifra de Her Hair Is A Mess - Big Sandy & His Fly-Rite Boys
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Her Hair Is A Mess Cifra por Big Sandy & His Fly-Rite Boys
Based on this link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2R5eEc-R7jQ. I keep struggling with the Am a few times it sounded spot on other times not as good. I tried it as an Abm but that sucked so I just left it as is.
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[Intro]
When I first saw that woman
Downtown traffic on a busy street
Well I knew at last I found love
And my life was then complete
[Verse 1]
She’s fallin’ out of her dress
If ya call her up she’s never alone
I don’t have a clue why I feel like I do
G D G
Maybe I’m just accident prone
[Verse 2]
She’s chronically late, a habit I hate
She’ll hang you up without thinking twice
But when you complain she goes on to explain
G D G
She just doesn’t need your advice
[Chorus]
C D Em C D Em
I know so you’re asking, what’s the big appeal
Am Em Am D
Why she shines so brightly, why she’s my ideal
Is it because of the way, she can foul up a day
There isn’t a gray cloud in sight
Or is it the kind of a love that is blind
That doesn’t know darkness from light I want to know
[Instrumental]
G C G D G C G D G
G C G D G C G D G
C D Em C D Em Am Em Am D
G C G D G C G D G
[Verse 3]
Oh no shoes on her feet
A little big in the seat
She talks with her mouth full of food
Well none of that stuff
Has ever struck me as ruff
G D G
Let alone sloppy or rude sing it
[Verse 4]
Her hair is a mess
She’s fallin’ out of her dress
When ya call her up she’s never alone
I don’t have a clue why I feel like I do
G D G
Maybe I’m just accident prone
[Chorus]
Well I know so you’re asking, what’s the big appeal
Well why she shines so brightly, why she’s my ideal
Is it because of the way, she can foul up a day
There isn’t a gray cloud in sight
Or is it the kind of a love that is blind
That doesn’t know darkness from light
[Outro]
Or is it the kind of a love that is blind
That doesn’t know darkness from light