Dont Tell Mama

Brian Burns

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Dont Tell Mama

Written by Brian Burns

Key: D

Dont Tell Mama Key AA

Dont Tell Mama Key A#A#

Dont Tell Mama Key BB

Dont Tell Mama Key CC(one step down)

Dont Tell Mama Key C#C#(half step down)

Dont Tell Mama Key DD(original key)

Dont Tell Mama Key D#D#(half step up)

Dont Tell Mama Key EE(one step up)

Dont Tell Mama Key FF

Dont Tell Mama Key F#F#

Dont Tell Mama Key GG

Dont Tell Mama Key G#G#

	  		

D          D/C#       D/B     D           G         A         D 
Don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail. 
D                 D/C#        D/B        D          G                    A 
I been dreamin' up lines and ringin' up rhymes and raisin' all kinds of hell. 
G                         A                       D             Bm 
Break Mama's heart if she saw me singin' with my hair in a ponytail, 
G                         D                   G         A        D 
So don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail. 


verse 1 

                 A                        G            A        D 
I used to be a good ol' boy, a clean cut kid, Mama's pride and joy, 
D                             G                A 
Never stayed out late, never raised no kinda cane. 
A                         G                      A                 D 
Then I bought me an old guitar and started out pickin' in a smoky bar, 
A                                                G                   A 
If Mama finds out I've gone this far, she'll be hangin' her head in shame, so... 


D          D/C#       D/B     D           G         A         D 
Don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail. 
D                 D/C#        D/B        D          G                    A 
I been dreamin' up lines and ringin' up rhymes and raisin' all kinds of hell. 
G                         A                       D             Bm 
Break Mama's heart if she saw me singin' with my hair in a ponytail, 
G                         D                   G         A        D 
So don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail. 
 


verse 2 

A                                                       G           A       D 
Mama loves her youngest son, but if she ever saw me on stage with Gary P. Nunn, 
G                                           A 
She's be plowin' up my corn with a double shovel, 
G                                               A           D 
But I love those neon lights, and those sexy, sultry Texas nights. 
D                                                    G 
If Mama finds out what I'm doin' with my life, good God, there's gonna be 
A 
trouble, so... 
 

D          D/C#       D/B     D           G         A         D 
Don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail. 
D                 D/C#        D/B        D          G                    A 
I been dreamin' up lines and ringin' up rhymes and raisin' all kinds of hell. 
G                         A                       D             Bm 
Break Mama's heart if she saw me singin' with my hair in a ponytail, 
G                         D                   G         A        D 
So don't tell Mama I'm a guitar picker, she thinks I'm just in jail.