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From: [email protected]
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.