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From: Litgo@aol.com Date: Fri, 3 Oct 1997 00:36:27 -0400 (EDT) Subject: TAB: Cut_My_Hair by: who Cut My Hair The Who - from Quadrophenia, 1973 - written by Pete Townshend Capo on 3d fret Chords (with capo): Fmaj7/G 3 8 10 9 x x G (E5) 355xxx or 3557xx G7 3 8 9 7 3 3 G6 (E6) 375xxx Em/G 3 7 9 7 3 3 F (D) xx356x or xx3565 Am/G 3 7 7 5 3 3 C (A) x3555x or x35557 G11 3 5 7 5 3 3 Eb (C) 365343 C x 3 5 5 5 x Bb (G) 6x3366 Gm7 353363 or 3x3333 Am7 575585 or 5x5555 E7 x7675x [Intro] Fmaj7 G7 Em/G Am/G |---------7-8-10-8-7-8-7-----------------------------| |-8----------------------10-8------5-6-8-------------| |----------------------------------------5-7-9-9-----| |----------------------------------------------------| |----------------------------------------------------| |----------------------------------------------------| G11 G C |------------------------------------| |-----------8-1088-----8-------------| |-7----------------9-----------------| |------------------------------------| |------------------------------------| |------------------------------------|
Fmaj7Why should I G7care if I have toEm/G cut my Am/Ghair? I've got to G11move with the Gfashions or be Coutcast.
I know I should fight but my old man he's really alright, And I'm still living at home even though it won't last.
BbZoot Csuit, white BbjacCket with side vents Bbfive FincBbhes Clong. BbI'm Cout on the BbstrCeet again and I'm leBbapiFng BbaloGng.
I'm Fdressed Gright for a Fbeach Gfight, Fbut I Fjust Ccan't FexG7plain Why that Fun-certain Ebfeeling is still Bbhere in my Fmaj7brain. |--------17-17-15---15-15---13-------13------13-15----| |----------------18------------16---------16----------|
Fmaj7 G7 Em/G Am/G |----------19-20------------19-20----| |---------------20---------------20--| |------------------------------------| |------------------------------------| |------------------------------------| |------------------------------------| G11 G C |---------------------|-------------------| |-18-17-17---15--17---|-13--8--5---1--0---| |---------------------|-------------------| |---------------------|-------------------| |---------------------|-------------------| |---------------------|-------------------| The kids at school have parents that seem so cool. And though I don't want to hurt them mine want me their way. I clean my room and my shoes but my mother found a box of blues, And there doesn't seem much hope they'll let me stay. [chorus] Fmaj7 G7 Em/G Am/G |-------19-20----------15/13-12-13-| |------------20--------------------| |----------------------------------| |----------------------------------| |----------------------------------| |----------------------------------| G11 G C |-13-15---------12/13---------------| |-------13/15----------15/17-15-13--| |-----------------------------------| |-----------------------------------| |-----------------------------------| |-----------------------------------|
CWhy do I have to be Gdifferent to them Just to Gm7earn the respect of a Fdance hall friend GWe have the same old Gsusrow, again and Gagain. G7
DWhy do I have to Amove with a crowd Of Am7kids that hardly notice GI'm around,
I have to Awork myself to D/Adeath just to fit Ain. Fmaj7/GI'm coming G7down
Got home on the Em/Gvery first train from Am/Gtown. My G11dad just left for E7work, he wasn't Amtalking.
Fmaj7/GIt's all a G7game, 'cos Em/Ginside I'm just the Am/Gsame, My G11fried egg makes me E7sick first thing in the Ammorning.