My Friends

D D My friends, my dear friends B And lovers, oh my lovers Bm I leave you for them D They got a hand on my back D Mama has money now and Mama has friends D She's making rags for some uptown hags Bm With their money in bags D And why are you so sad? D Bm Why are you always so sad? D Why do I not understand? D Why don't I see what it is you see? Bm Why can't I live and just be? D I'm full of guilt D I am full of guilt D You're very tall, you're very handsome D You have it all, your skin smells like man Bm D And I, you never know how I ached D You will never know how I ache D Ever considered the sea? D I heard you had to be strong D Why not float around with me? Bm It won't take you so long D You can go where I'm at D You can hang around with me D A D G And a few good men will go where they ought D A Where they ought not be D A D G And a few good mothers go for what they A D A What they ought not teach D A D G And I long for a touch or reminder of us, but D A But it must not be D G And a few strong branches over water D Reach for what they ought not reach D I hope your mother knows where it is you have been D Dm I hope your mother knows what it is you have seen D She'd be so proud