调：E major•
Verse 1
F#sus4
E
A
the night your poor Ma died,
And I reckoned she prayed all of her life
B
Em
E
Oh, and life's been good and bad, son,
you were a little fella,
G
E
A
Why, you sounded a lot like a little angel,
even though your little ragged britches
Oh, and it made your papa proud, boy,
Preacher'd step down and
he'd pat your head
My, my, got yourself a fine little boy.
E
boy.
Maybe my days on earth's
Maybe now I'll see your mama
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