Ry Cooder - Tattler

When^Fever you ^Dmfind a ma^Bbn that loves every wo^Fman he sees, F Dm Bb Csus4-C There's always some kind of woman that's a-puttin' him up a tree. Now that kind ^Fof man,^Bb he ain't got as^F much sense as a mule. Bb Csus4/C You know, everyone don't love you, they're just a-playin' you for a fool

Mm^Fmm, oh, ^Cno, It'^Bbs not hard f^For you to understand. True ^Bblove can^Dm be such a sweet harmony If you ^Cdo the best tha^Ft you can.

If^F you marry the wrong kind of woman and you get where you can't agree, Well, you just as well^Dm could ge^C/Et your^Dm hat ^Bband^C let that woman be. But a man o^Fughta make a^Bb good husband and ^Fquit tryin' to lead a fast life. Bb C Csus4-C Goin' about dressin' up other women won't put clothes on his own wife

Well, th^Fere's lots of good ^Bbwomen who wants to marry, and they want to live well at ^Fhome. But they're 'fraid^Dm the^C/Ey'll might get hold of a rowdy man, can't let other women ^Bbalone^C.

And there's lo^Fts of good ^Bbmen wants to marry, and they wants to live well at ^Fhome. But ^Bbevery time they turn their back, there's another man there C Csus4-C askin', "Darlin', is he gone'"