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                        Hey Mama Life    (Ray Thomas)

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     Hey, hey mama life, is a lonely time

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     For a man, who drinks his whisky, by the jar

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     Now I do believe, the life I lead, won't get me very far

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     I was once told, the streets were paved in gold

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     Now I know them for what they are

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     Hey, hey mama life, has a sweeter sound

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     For a man, who lives his life, for his dream

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     Yet he must be aware, there are those who care

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     And of those who would bring him down

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     Separate trust, from your cut and thrust, the truth can still be found

               Bm       F#m      Bm                        Em
     For the crossroads of your life, will lead you almost anywhere

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     You'll see tomorrow

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     Your castles in the air, they were never really there

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     Take the pride from a man, you're left without a meaning

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     Take the wings from a bird, how can it fly

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     Give him hope, give him trust, and a little understanding

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     Give him back his pride,  you'll be satisfied

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     [Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh...]  x3

     D    A    G     G  G/F#  Em        A
     Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh

      D        A               G           A
     Hey, hey mama life, is a lonely time

            D         A                 G         A
     For a man, who drinks his whisky, by the jar

            D               A           G                  A
     Now I do believe, the life I lead, it won't get me very far

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     I was once told, the streets they were paved in gold

   Em                  Asus           A
     Now I know them for what they are

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     [Aaaaaaaaaahhhh...]  Repeat and fade

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Written by:         Mick Anderson     micka@jolt.mpx.com.au

Contributions by:   Shelley Giblin
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