E G
E G
Young bones groan
And the rocks below say :
"Throw your skinny body down, son!"
A C D
But I'm going to meet the one I love
E G
So please don't stand in my way
A C D
Because I'm going to meet the one I love
G C D
No, Mamma, let me go!
E G
Young bones groan
And the rocks below say :
"Throw your white body down!"
A C D
But I'm going to meet the one I love
E G
At last! At last! At last!
A C D
I'm going to meet the one I love
La-de-da, la-de-da
G C D
No, Mamma, let me go!
C Am D Am D G C D
E G
G C D
No ...
E G
I thought that if you had
A
An acoustic guitar
C D
Then it meant that you were
E G
A Protest Singer
A
Oh, I can smile about it now
C D
But at the time it was terrible
G C D
No, Mamma, let me go
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