Mott the hoople fue una de las bandas británicas más interesantes del genero hard rock-glam a finales de los sesenta y principios de los setenta. El grupo, compuesto por los excelentes instrumentistas Overend Pete Watts (bajista), Dale “Buffin” Griffin (batería), Verden Allen (teclados), y dos genios poco valorados en aquella época: Ian Hunter, vocalista, guitarrista y teclista y Mick Ralphs en la guitarra, responsables en gran medida de la gran fuerza creativa de sus composiciones.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
A great song by a great band!Outstanding lyrics!I guess there are not many who listen to that kind of stuff but i hope you'll enjoy it. Always perform it with a little smile on your face!
MANDOLIN PLAYS THE FOLLOWING NOTES:
ADEAADEA
E ---9---------- -------------- --9--7--9--10--9--7---- ----------------- B ------10----7- --9---7/9-7--- ---------------------10 --9-----7--9--10- G-------------- -------------7 ----------------------- -----9-----------
INTRO: ADEA ADEA
VERSE1
AD I scream at you for sharing AD 'n I curse you just for caring ABmE I hate the clothes you're wearing, they're so pretty AD 'n I tell to not to see me AD 'n I tell you not to feel me ABmE 'n I make your life a drag, it's such a pity
'n I watch your warm glow palin' 'n I watch your sparkle fadin' As you realise you're failin', cos you're so good Now I don't mean to upset you But there's so much crime to get through If only I could make it easier, then I would
CHORUS
AD Oh I wish I was your mother AD I wish I'd been your father ABm 'n then I would have seen you DE Would have been you as a child AD Played houses with your sisters AD And wrestled with all your brothers A And then who knows BmDE I might have felt a family for a while
VERSE2 (SAME CHORDS AS VERSE1)
It's no use me pretendin' You give and I do the spendin' Is there a happy ending, I don't think so Cos even if we make it I'll be too far out to take it You'll have to try and shake it from my head
CHORUS
Oooooh I wish I was your mother I wish I'd been your father 'n then I would have seen you Would have been you as a child Played houses with your sister And wrestled with all your brothers And then who knows I might have felt a family for a while