Too Many Rules

F C I got home last night, at, ten past two. F My folks turned blue, their tempers flew. C I got to be in bed at, quarter to ten. F There go those rules again. F C Too many rules..Too many rules. F Folks are just fools..making, too many rules. Bb I pray the stars above, I haven't lost your love. C F Cause there are too many rules. #2.(Change keys) F# C# When you call me on the, telephone..it's not my own, F# they've made it known. C# So you must call me only, now and then. F# There go those rules again. #3.(Change keys.) G D My kid brother's always, on my trail. G I can't escape, that tattle-tale. D I hope you understand, what I'm, goin' through. G I don't know, what to do.