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Date: Fri, 3 Oct 1997 00:36:27 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: TAB: Cut_My_Hair by: who
Cut My Hair
The Who - from Quadrophenia, 1973 - written by Pete Townshend

Capo on 3d fret
Chords (with capo):
Fmaj7/G 3 8 10 9 x x G (E5) 355xxx or 3557xx
G7 3 8 9 7 3 3 G6 (E6) 375xxx
Em/G 3 7 9 7 3 3 F (D) xx356x or xx3565
Am/G 3 7 7 5 3 3 C (A) x3555x or x35557
G11 3 5 7 5 3 3 Eb (C) 365343
C x 3 5 5 5 x Bb (G) 6x3366
Gm7 353363 or 3x3333
Am7 575585 or 5x5555
E7 x7675x
[Intro]
Fmaj7 G7 Em/G Am/G
|---------7-8-10-8-7-8-7-----------------------------|
|-8----------------------10-8------5-6-8-------------|
|----------------------------------------5-7-9-9-----|
|----------------------------------------------------|
|----------------------------------------------------|
|----------------------------------------------------|
G11 G C
|------------------------------------|
|-----------8-1088-----8-------------|
|-7----------------9-----------------|
|------------------------------------|
|------------------------------------|
|------------------------------------|
Fmaj7 G7 Em/G Am/G
Why should I care if I have to cut my hair?
G11 G C
I've got to move with the fashions or be outcast.
I know I should fight but my old man he's really alright,
And I'm still living at home even though it won't last.
Bb C Bb C Bb F Bb C
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents five inches long.
Bb C Bb C Bb F Bb G
I'm out on the street again and I'm leaping along.
F G F G F F C F G7
I'm dressed right for a beach fight, but I just can't explain
F Eb Bb Fmaj7
Why that un-certain feeling is still here in my brain.
|--------17-17-15---15-15---13-------13------13-15----|
|----------------18------------16---------16----------|
Fmaj7 G7 Em/G Am/G
|----------19-20------------19-20----|
|---------------20---------------20--|
|------------------------------------|
|------------------------------------|
|------------------------------------|
|------------------------------------|
G11 G C
|---------------------|-------------------|
|-18-17-17---15--17---|-13--8--5---1--0---|
|---------------------|-------------------|
|---------------------|-------------------|
|---------------------|-------------------|
|---------------------|-------------------|
The kids at school have parents that seem so cool.
And though I don't want to hurt them mine want me their way.
I clean my room and my shoes but my mother found a box of blues,
And there doesn't seem much hope they'll let me stay.
[chorus]
Fmaj7 G7 Em/G Am/G
|-------19-20----------15/13-12-13-|
|------------20--------------------|
|----------------------------------|
|----------------------------------|
|----------------------------------|
|----------------------------------|
G11 G C
|-13-15---------12/13---------------|
|-------13/15----------15/17-15-13--|
|-----------------------------------|
|-----------------------------------|
|-----------------------------------|
|-----------------------------------|
C G
Why do I have to be different to them
Gm7 F
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend
G Gsus G G7
We have the same old row, again and again.
D A
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Am7 G
Of kids that hardly notice I'm around,
A D/A A
I have to work myself to death just to fit in.
Fmaj7/G G7
I'm coming down
Em/G Am/G
Got home on the very first train from town.
G11 E7 Am
My dad just left for work, he wasn't talking.
Fmaj7/G G7 Em/G Am/G
It's all a game, 'cos inside I'm just the same,
G11 E7 Am
My fried egg makes me sick first thing in the morning.




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