Justin Townes Earle - Mamas eyes

^CI am my ^Ffathers ^Cson ^Fnever knowing ^Cwhen to shut ^Gup ^AmI ain't ^Gfooling no ^Fone ^{C F}I am my ^Gfather's ^Cson

^CWe don't ^Fsee eye to ^Ceye I'll be the ^Ffirst to ^Cadmit I never ^Gtried ^Am'n' sure it ^Ghurts, but it should ^Fhurt som^Cetime ^Fwe don't see ^Geye to ^Ceye

^CI was a ^Fyoung man ^Cwhen I f^First found the ^Cpleasure in the ^Gfeel of his hand ^AmI went ^Gdown the same ^Froad as my old ^Cman ^F I was ^Gyounger ^Cthen

^Amnow its three a.^Fm. and I'm ^Cstanding in the ^Gkitchen ^Amholding my ^Flast cigarett^Ce ^Amstrike a ^Fmatch 'n' I ^Csee my refle^Gction in the ^Fmirror in the hall and I ^Gsay to myself

^CI've got my ^Fmama's ^Ceyes her ^Flong thin ^Cframe 'n' her ^Gsmile ^Amand I still ^Gsee wrong from ^Fright ^{C F}cuz I've got my ^Gmama's ^Ceyes yea ^FI've got my ^Gmama's ^Ceyes