The Supremes – Im Livin In Shame (Ukulele)

Am
 Mama was cookin' bread,

F                                 C
 She wore a dirty raggedy scarf a-round her head.

               Em                                      G
Always had her stockings low, rolled to her feet; just didn't know.

           Am
She wore a sloppy dress,

      F                                C
Oh no matter how she tried, she always looked a mess.

           Em                                  G
Out of the pot she ate; never used a fork or a dinner plate.

Bm            A7                                D
 I was always so afraid my uptown friends would see her.

Bm                   A7                        D
 Afraid one day when I was grown, that I would be her.

     Bm
In a college town,

  G                        D
A-way from home, an identi-ty I found.

           F#m                                 A
That I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet..

            Bm
I must have been insane;

  G                                    D
I lied and said mama died on a weekend trip to Spain.

    F#m                                    A
She never got out of the house; never even boarded a train.

Bm                  A7                                D
 Married a guy, was living high; I didn't want him to know her.

    Bm              A7                               D
She had a grandson, two years old, that I never even showed her.

D              Dmaj7          D7       G, Gm
 I'm living in shame; Mama, I miss you.

D                     Dmaj7          D7       G, Gm
 I know you're not to blame; Mama, I miss you.

         Am
Came the telegram;

F                              C
 Mama passed away while making home made jam.

   Em                                G
Be-fore she died she cried to see me by her side.

           Am
She always did her best,

    F                                     C
Ah, cooked and cleaned, and always in the same old dress.

Em                                       G
 Working hard, down on her knees; always trying to please.

Bm     A7    D
 Mama, Mama, Mama can you hear me?

Bm     A7    D
 Mama, Mama, Mama can you hear me?

D#             D#maj7         D#7      G#, G#m
 I'm living in shame; Mama, I miss you.

D#                    D#maj7         D#7      G#, G#m
 I know you're not to blame; Mama, I miss you.

              D#                        D#maj7
Won't you for-give me Mama, for all the wrong I've done?

              D#7                 G#            G#m
I know you've done your best, oh, I know you've done,

         D#                                 D#maj7
The very best you could; Mama I thought you understood...