2 acessos
Dm Dm/A Dm Dm/A G/D There's a place your mother goes, when everybody else is soundly sleeping Dm Dm/A Through the lights of beacon street Dm Dm/A G And if you listen you can hear her weeping, A Bb She's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling F And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats. Bb And she's standing in the harbour F And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat. A See how they approach Dm Dm/A Dm Dm/A With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe G/D within their keeping Dm Dm/A Dm Dm/A A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from G A any speaking, or screaming Bb And they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket F calls for maidenhead Bb And she's scarce above the gunwales when her clothes fall to a F A bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck [Interlude] Gm A Gm A La la la la laa,la la la laa, [Verse] Dm Dm/A Dm Dm/A And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms G/D so rudely pinioned Dm Dm/A Dm Dm/A Till at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming G A minions, in their opinions Bb And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or F kin or she'll end up dead Bb And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbour F A where she goes to bed, and this is how you're fed Gm A So be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother, Gm A and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens, A Dm Remember what she does when you're asleep