.(s. Bailey)
(c#m) - (g#m7) - (g#7) - (f#7) - (e) - (b)
My father (c#m) told me, lying (g#m7) on his bed of (c#m) death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your (g#7) self
'cause she's got (c#m) something to make a man (f#7) lay that money, uh, right in her ha.
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