Dont Tell Mama

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. 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. 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.