F G# F G# Oh my Mother, let your daughter dance with me F G# F G# I'd like to spin her wild around the cottonwood tree A#m G#m There's something about her eyes, A#m G#m I think her roots are rotten F G# F This must be the reason she wears her hair up in G# knots, oh no This is so embarrassin', ah, we're pissin' fits Cryin' on our doorsteps in T-shirts loose and ripped Some of them so out of style I cannot save them They'll just get whatever my salvation gave them Chorus: C Keep the weed next to the bed A# Light the water, check for lead C Dim the lights a little lower A# Hide your backbone, shrug your shoulders C Give the gift that fits your head A# F G# F G# You have to get this turtleneck The poor, they leave their cellphones in the bathrooms of the rich And when they try to turn 'em off everything they switch to Is just another man in shitty suits everybody's cheerin' for This must be the genius we've been waitin' years for, oh no This is so embarrassin', ah, we're pissin' fits Cryin' on our doorsteps in T-shirts loose and ripped Some of them so out of style I cannot save them They'll just get whatever my salvation gave them Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# A#m C F G# G#m |