Drive-By Truckers — Mama Bake A Pie Daddy Kill A Chicken

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Mama Bake A Pie (Daddy Kill A Chicken)
By: Drive-By Truckers
Written By: Tom T. Hall


Capo I


INTRO: E  A  E  A  E  A  E  A

Verse 1:

E              A             E                 A              E     A  E  A
People starin' at me as they wheel me down the ramp toward my plane
    E           A               E           A                E    A  E  A  
The war is over for me, I've forgotten everything except the pain
D                                                                     E    A  E  A
"Thank you sir and yes sir, it was worth it for the old red white and blue
B                              A                                E     A  E  (A)
Since I won't be walkin', I suppose I'll save some money buyin' shoes"

Verse 2:

    E             A              E            A               E     A  E  A
The bottle hidden underneath the blanket over my two battered legs
  E                      A           E            A                E     A  E  A
I can see the stewardess makin' over me and askin me "were you afraid?"
D                                                                  E    A  E  A
I say "why no I'm Superman, couldn't find the phone booth quite in time"
B                              A                          E     A  E  A
A G.I. gets a lot of laughs if he remembers all the funny lines


Chorus:
            A                 E       A  E  A
Mama bake a pie, Daddy kill a chicken
      E            A     E            A              E     A  E  A
Your son is comin' home eleven thirty-five Wednesday night

Verse 3:

E            A       E                  A                   E     A  E  A
Mama will be cryin', Daddy's gonna say "Son, they treat you good?"
E                A                    E                A                      E     A  E  A
My uncle will be drunk and he'll say "Boy they do some real great things with wood"
D                                                                        E    A  E  A
The letter that she wrote me said goodbye, she couldn't wait and lots of luck
B                                 A                                   E     A  E  A
The bottle underneath the blanket feels just like an old friend to my touch

Verse 4:

    E                  A               E           A                 E     A  E  A
And I know she'll come and see me, but I bet she never once looks at my legs
E                          A               E                   A          E     A  E  A
She'll just talk about the weather and the dress she wore, the July 4th parade
D                                                                 E    A  E  A
Lord I love her so much that I don't think I can drink her off my mind
B                                   A                                        E     A  E  A
And I can see it in the paper where they're sayin' that the war's a waste of time


Chorus:
            A                 E       A  E  A
Mama bake a pie, Daddy kill a chicken
     E             A     E            A              E     A  E  A
Your son is comin' home eleven thirty-five Wednesday night
     E             A     E            A              E    A  E  A
Your son is comin' home eleven thirty-five Wednesday night
          E
Your son is coming home eleven thirty-five Wednesday night 



		
    

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