Hank Williams Iii - Drinkin Over Mama Ukulele

Well I'm [D] sittin' here drinkin' over [A] momma.
Well I just can't believe that she is [D] gone.
But I never did think momma would [G] leave us,
to [D] fend for our[A]selves on our [D] own.

[D] Well now paw, he can't hardly under[A]stand it,
'cause he never did treat our momma [D] wrong.
But I guess that momma never [G] told him
she started [D] smokin' crack 
at the [A] age of sixty [D] one. (let ring)

(Double-time)

And it's been [G] years, since we've seen our [D] momma
even [D] though I heard some stories about her [A] nights.
And [D] poor LJ, the sheriff, [G] told us,
that [D] momma got killed [A] by her damn crack [D] pipe.

(Instrumental break)
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[D] [A] [D] 

Well I'm [D] gonna have to find paw a good [A] woman,
cause he's startin' to look just like a bag of [D] bones.
She's gonna have to clean all those [G] shotguns
and [D] skin those [A] critters we bring [D] home.

And it's been [G] years, since we've seen our [D] momma
even [D] though I heard some stories about her [A] nights.
And [D] poor LJ, the sheriff, [G] told us,
that [D] momma got killed [A] by her damn crack [D] pipe.

Yeah [D] momma got killed [A] by her damn crack [D] pipe.