Satin Skirt And Dancin Shoes(Chords)

	        



Intro: Am  F  E7  Am    F  E7  Am 

verse 1 
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They built this club back when I was three 
      Am       F           E7  Am 
Momma sang for dollars and Daddy drank for free 
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While I?d hide in the kitchen eatin? rich folk?s hors d?oeuvres 
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And listenin? to them talk about Momma's sweet young curves 

 
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Now, Momma was a lady, never did nothin? wrong 
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Lord, could she help it if her legs were too long 
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She sang hymns Sunday mornings, but at night she?d sing the blues 
       Am    F         D       Am     F  E7  Am 
In her satin skirt and dancin? shoes 


verse 2 
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There?s a picture of Momma hanging over the bar 
     Am            F           E7          Am 
Papa said that one day he would make her a star 
              F   E7 
But time goes by, dreams and pictures fade 
      Am      F           E7      Am 
Cruel drink became Papa?s only crusade 

 
       F         E7 
Broken hearts and cigarette smoke 
      Am         F         D  
Well, I spent my time just growing up broke 
    Am          F            E7 
I?d wear Papa?s shirt, still smellin? of the booze 
            Am    F         D       Am 
And Momma?s satin skirt and dancin? shoes 



Instrumental: Am  F  E7  Am    F  E7  Am 


verse 3 
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Well, Papa drank himself six feet under dirt 
Am             F           E7     Am 
Momma, she got tired of her satin skirt 
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She left it to me with her shoes and a note 
      Am         F        E7           Am 
?When life is funny?, was all that she wrote 

 
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Well, I don't know how I made it this far 
  Am           F            D          Am 
I didn?t learn much in that lonely old bar 
                     F        E7 
But I learned how to flirt and to sing the blues 
           Am    F         D       Am 
In Momma?s satin skirt and dancin? shoes 



Instrumental: Am  F  E7  Am    F  E7  Am 


                     F               E7 
Oh, now, Momma was a lady, oh, never did nothin? wrong 
        Am           F            D             Am 
But her hair was too wavy and her legs were too long 
                   F          E7 
She?d look like an angel with nothing left to lose 
           Am    F         D       Am   
Oh, in her satin skirt and dancin? shoes 
                        F               E7 
She?d praise god Sunday morning, but at night she?d sing the blues 
     Am    F         D       Am 
In a satin skirt and dancin? shoes