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Capo: no capo
Tuning: G C E A
I didnt see any uke versions of this song so here’s my own 🙂
the strumming pattern can go however you like, I do suggest just letting the chord ring during the bridge
Verse 1
EmMama, we all go to Bhell
EmMama, we all go to Bhell
AmI'm writing this letter and Gwishing you well
Mama, we all go to Bhell
Oh well now, EmMama, we're all gonna die
EmMama, we're all gonna Bdie
Stop Amasking me questions, I'd Ghate to see you cry
EmMama, we're all gonna die (hit uke)
Chorus
And when we go, don't Cblame us, yeah
CWe'll let the fires just bGathe us, yeah
CYou made us oh, Cso Cfamous, Cwe'll Gnever let you EmgoooooDooo
And when you go, don't Emreturn to me, Dmy love
Verse 2
EmMama, we're all full of Blies
EmMama, we're meant for the Bflies
AmAnd right now, they're building a Gcoffin your size
EmMama, we're all full of Blies
Well Ammother, what the war did to my Amlegs and to my tongue
You should've Braised a baby girl, I should've Gbeen a better son
If you could Bcoddle the infection, they can Gamputate at once
AmYou should've been, I Bcould have been a better Gson
Chorus
And when we go, don't Cblame us, yeah
CWe'll let the fires just Gbathe us, yeah
CYou made us oh, Cso Cfamous
We'll never let you EmgooooooDo
She said, "You ain't no Emson of mine
For what you've Ddone, they're gonna find
A place for you and Emjust your mind your manners when you EmgooooDo
And when you go, don't reGturn to me, my Blove"
That's right
Interlude
EmMama, we all go to Bhell
EmMama, we all go to Bhell
It's Greally quite pleasant, exBcept for the smell
EmMama, we all go to Bhell
Bridge
N.C.Mama! Mama! Mama! Oh!
N.C.Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma...
N.C.And if you would call me a sweetheart
N.C.I'd maybe then sing you a song
But there's Gshit that I've done with this Emfuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes, all along
Outro
We're Emdamned, after Dall
Through Emfortune and flame, we Dfall
And Gif you can stay, then I'll Bshow you the way
To reGturn from the ashes you call
We Emall carry on
When our Gbrothers in arms are gone
So Braise your glass high, for Gtomorrow, we die
And reEmturn from the ashes you Bcall- Emcall - Bcall!
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