Mean Mary - Satin skirt and dancin shoes

They built this ^Fclub back when ^E7I was three Momma ^Amsang for ^Fdollars and ^E7Dadd^Amy drank for free While I’d hide in the ^Fkitchen eatin’ ^E7rich folk’s hors d’oeuvres And ^Amlistenin’ to them ^Ftalk about^E7 Momma's sweet young^Am curves

Now, Momma was a ^Flady, never ^E7did nothin’ wrong ^AmLord, could she ^Fhelp it if her ^Dlegs were too ^Amlong She sang hymns Sunday ^Fmornings, but at ^E7night she’d sing the blues In her ^Amsatin ^Fskirt and ^Ddancin’ ^Amshoes ^{F E7 Am}

There’s a picture of ^FMomma hanging ^E7over the bar Papa ^Amsaid that one ^Fday he would^E7 make her a ^Amstar But time goes ^Fby, ^E7dreams and pictures fade Cruel ^Amdrink be^Fcame Papa’s ^E7only cru^Amsade

Broken ^Fhearts and^E7 cigarette smoke Well, ^AmI spent my ^Ftime just ^Dgrowing up broke I’d ^Amwear Papa’s ^Fshirt, still ^E7smellin’ of the booze And Momma’s ^Amsatin ^Fskirt and ^Ddancin’ ^Amshoes

Well, Papa drank him^Fself six ^E7feet under dirt ^AmMomma, she got ^Ftired of her^E7 satin ^Amskirt She left it to ^Fme with her ^E7shoes and a note “When ^Amlife is fun^Fny”, was ^E7all that she ^Amwrote

Well, I don't ^Fknow how I^E7 made it this far I ^Amdidn’t learn ^Fmuch in that ^Dlonely old ^Ambar But I learned how to ^Fflirt and^E7 to sing the blues In Momma’s ^Amsatin ^Fskirt and ^Ddancin’ ^Amshoes

Oh, now, Momma was a ^Flady, oh, never ^E7did nothin’ wrong But her ^Amhair was too ^Fwavy and her ^Dlegs were too ^Amlong She’d look like an ^Fangel with ^E7nothing left to lose Oh, in her ^Amsatin ^Fskirt and ^Ddancin’ ^Amshoes She’d praise god Sunday ^Fmorning, but at ^E7night she’d sing the blues In a ^Amsatin ^Fskirt and ^Ddancin’ ^Amshoes