Capo 1
Mama I [Am]lied When [G]I was six[C]teen
I said the bottle ain’t [F]mine And I’ll never smoke [G]weed
Now I’ve grown [Am]up You’d [G]think things have [C]changed
Hurts me just as [F]much to say they’re the [G]same
Mama I [Am]lied He ain’t a good [G]guy
He makes my [F]cry sometimes [C]out of the [G]blue
I’m not sure [Am]why It took all this [G]time
I was a[F]fraid of what [C]you’d say to [G]do
Guess I[Dm] wasn’t ready yet to [C]hear the hard [F]truth So [G]mama I [Am]lied
I’d wipe the [Am]tears As [G]quick as they’d [C]fall
Say everything’s [F]fine every time that you’d [G]call
And I’d swear he’s [Am]perfect Hoping [G]you couldn’t [C]tell
He was stealing my [F]spark walking me straight [G]through hell
Mama I [Am]lied He ain’t a good [G]guy
He makes my [F]cry sometimes [C]out of the [G]blue
I’m not sure [Am]why It took all this [G]time
I was a[F]fraid of what [C]you’d say to [G]do
Guess I[Dm] wasn’t ready yet to [C]hear the hard [F]truth So [G]mama I [Am]lied
You said[Am] when somebody shows you [G]who they really [C]are
You better believe [F]’em [G]
So I [Am]painted him the only [G]way I thought you and [C]I
Would wanna [F]see him [G]
Mama I [Am]lied He ain’t a good [G]guy
He makes my [F]cry sometimes [C]out of the [G]blue
I’m not sure [Am]why It took all this [G]time
I was a[F]fraid of what [C]you’d say to [G]do
Guess I[Dm] wasn’t ready yet to [C]hear the hard [F]truth [G]
And I can’t [Dm]hide it anymore I [C]really need [F]you
[G]Mama I [Am]lied [G] [C] [F]
[G]Mama I [Am]lied