Tuning: E A D G B E

[ INTRO ]

^CMother you give good advice, ^G7always you mean well. ^CNow I ^E7need it ^Ammore than ever ^DI'm inside this ^G7cell.

[ VERSE 1 ]

^CI'm ^A7behind a ^Dmprison ^G7wall, the ^Cbed's so ^A7hard and ^Dmmuch too ^G7small There's ^Cno py^C7jamas ^Fhere at ^G#7all, Oh ^G7Mother what'll I do ^Cnow?

[ VERSE 2 ]

They ^Ctold me ^A7they would t^Dmreat me ^G7swell ^Ctucked in^A7side my ^Dmlittle ce^G7ll But u^Cp to ^C7now it's ^Fbeen like ^Fmh...! ^G7Mother what'll I do ^Cnow?

[ CHORUS ]

We're ^C7parted from each other ^Fand that's too bad. ^D7You're my favourite Mother, Oh the best I ever ^G7had.

[ VERSE 3 ]

Ton^Cight I've ^A7got a ^Dmdate you ^G7see but ^Cthey won't l^A7et me ^Dmhave a ^G7key And the ^CWarder's ^C7won't wait ^Fup for ^Fmme, Oh! ^G7Mother what'll I do ^Cnow?

[ VERSE 4 ]

It's ^Chard to ^A7pass the ^Dmtime aw^G7ay, I^C'm in a d^A7angerous ^Dmmood I ^G7say. I've s^Cmoked two ^C7cigarette^Fs to^Fmday, Oh! ^G7Mother what'll I do ^Cnow?

[ VERSE 5 ]

^CFirst I ^A7stand and ^Dmthen I ^G7sit, t^Chen I ^A7sit and ^Dmstand a^G7 bit But ^CI can't ^C7stand much ^Fmore of ^Fmit, Oh! ^G7Mother what'll I do ^Cnow?

[ CHORUS ]

We're ^C7parted from each other ^Fand that's too bad. ^D7You're my favourite Mother, Oh the best I ever ^G7had.

[ VERSE 6 ]

^CI got ^A7such an ^Dmawful s^G7hock, I as^Cked the t^A7ime for t^Dmhere's no^G7 clock And the ^CWarder ^C7said six ^Fmonths "Old ^FmCock Oh! ^G7Mother what'll I do ^Cnow?

[ VERSE 7 ]

I o^Crdered ^A7lunch from ^Dmsoup to ^G7sweet but ^Cthey forg^A7ot the ^Dmfish and ^G7meat And ^Csince the ^C7soup there's ^Fnowt to ^Fmeat, Oh ^G7Mother what'll I do ^Cnow?

[ VERSE 8 ]

^CI've had ^A7such a ^Dmtummy a^G7che. ^CAll night l^A7ong I've ^Dmbeen awak^G7e. Some ^Ccastor ^C7oil they ^Fmade me ^Fmtake, Oh! ^G7Mother what'll I do ^Cnow?

[ CHORUS ]

We're ^C7parted from each other ^Fand that's too bad. ^D7You're my favourite Mother, Oh the best I ever ^G7had.

[ VERSE 9 ]

^CIve played ^A7Peter ^Dmfly away ^G7Paul, ^CIve played ^A7tiddly ^Dmwinks and ^G7all Ive ^Cwritten ^C7rude words o^Fn the wa^Fmll, Oh! Mo^G7ther what'll I do no^Cw?

George Formby - Mother whatll i do now