Daughter

By Kathryn Morski

       E               A            D              A                Bm       A                 D  A
Well, I never had me a silk dress face, or a taste for high-heeled shoes.
            E                      A                      D           A                     Bm       A                D A
I was born into the wrong half of the human race, but I’m tired of paying my dues.
                 E           A                     E
          I’m tired of paying those dues.

       E               A            D              A                Bm       A                 D  A
My mama taught me how to sew and sing, and what kind of clothes to choose.
       E               A            D              A                Bm       A                 D  A
My daddy gave me his good advice and a permanent case of the blues –
     E           A                     E
          Yes, a permanent case of the blues.

     E                                         A                     E                      A                 D                   A
I’m tired of being treated as a sweet young thing, tired of living for the public’s eye,
E                         Bm           A                  D               A              Bm
Tired of trying to walk that line.  Gotta walk some line till I die.  (Is that right?)
                        E              A            E
          Gotta walk some line till I die.

C#m                                    B                                    D                             A
Some days the world gets so damn mean, I could sit right down and cry.
       C#m                                           B                               D                      A
And still, you know it’s better being who I am than the stereotype of a lie!
             E         A            E
          Stereotype of a lie…

 E                     A                              D        A    Bm             A            D  A
Some days the world seems like a mystery, written without any clues,
            E                            A                D                   A
And I sometimes feel I’ve run into so many dead ends
                          Bm                 A                 D  A
that my mind’s got a permanent bruise.
       E                  A                 E
          My mind’s got a permanent bruise.

       E                     A                     D             A                  Bm           A      D    A
And still I have affection for this tired old earth, and I wander it as I choose
E               A                 D   A                 Bm              A                 D  A
Carrying along my curiosity and that permanent case of the blues.
E                A                     E
          Permanent case of the blues!

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