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Mama I want a bucking wing
G C
O lord, Mama I want a bucking wing
G
Well I donât wanna go down to that hole in the ground.
G C
And I cant make my hammer ring
C Em
Not like my daddy did.
G
I had a good mom and dad
G C
O lord I had a good mom and dad
G
They worked every day
G
Still they took em away
G C
I say heaven is the cruelest of them all
C Em
I say heaven is the cruelest of them all
G
I wanna go to rockingham
G C
Oh lord, I wanna go to rockingham
G
Where the water is sweet
G C
I wear no shoes on my feet
G C
And my bosses can just go to hell
C Em
Tell em all I donât give a damn.
G
Heaven is the cruelest of them all , My Friends
G C
Heaven is the cruelest of them all
G
Through those pearly locks
G
They got em breakin rocks
G C
For the houses where the angels lay
C Em
I guess a workin man canât make it no way
G
A working man canât make it no way, O lord
G C
A working man canât make it no way
G
I was following the rules
G
Just like ever lovin fools
G C
A working man canât make it no way
C Em
Mmmm mmmmm mmmmmm
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