Аккорды Lauren Watkins - Mama, I Made It

Capo 3rd fret

[Intro]
D   Cadd9  G  D    Cadd9  G

[Vrse 1]
D
Mama
          Cadd9
I’ve been sitting on the porch
      G               D
Since ten past three AM
                  Cadd9
And I don’t wanna see
                     G
What’s waiting me on me
                 D
When I walk back in
D
Mama
           Cadd9
I took his Babe Ruth baseball
G                           D
Put it right through the drywall
         Cadd9                        G                     D
A couple years worth of picture frame glass up and down our hall
   C  G
Oh mama

[Chorus]
  D
I pushed a grown man to his limit
Cadd9                 G
Aimed for a nerve and damn I hit it
D                                 Cadd9  G
Ain’t no point debating where the blame is
D
Too much makers made a mark
       Cadd9                G
Tore a twister through this trailer park
     D
He’s sure to make
                     Cadd9 G
My goodbye grapevine famous
        D
Ah this train’s a wreck
     Cadd9
It’s such a mess and
G       D        Cadd9  G
Mama, I made it

[Verse 2]
    D
I’m gonna
          Cadd9
Spend the whole next week tryna
G                     D
Sweep this under that rug
         Cadd9                  G
Ain’t it just like me to double dow
            D
On stirrin’ up
         Cadd9 G
All this drama
   Cadd9 G
Oh mama

[Chorus]
  D
I pushed a grown man to his limit
Cadd9                 G
Aimed for a nerve and damn I hit it
D                                 Cadd9  G
Ain’t no point debating where the blame is
D
Too much makers made a mark
       Cadd9                G
Tore a twister through this trailer park
     D
He’s sure to make
                     Cadd9 G
My goodbye grapevine famous
        D
Ah this train’s a wreck
     Cadd9
It’s such a mess and
G       D        Cadd9  G
Mama, I made it

[Guitar Solo]
D   Cadd9  G  Cadd9

[Bridge]
Cadd9
I had it made
Cadd9
I made it worse
  G
I probably should’ve called you first
D
Mama
    G
Oh, Mama
D
Mama
    Cadd9 G
Oh, Mama

[Out-Chorus]
  D
I pushed a grown man to his limit
Cadd9                 G
Aimed for a nerve and damn I hit it
D                                 Cadd9  G
Ain’t no point debating where the blame is
D
Too much makers made a mark
       Cadd9                G
Tore a twister through this trailer park
     D
He’s sure to make
                     Cadd9 G
My goodbye grapevine famous
        D
Ah this train’s a wreck
     Am
It’s such a mess and
G       D       Cadd9
Mama, I made it
G    D       Cadd9 G   D
Oh I made it