The Airborne Toxic Event - It Doesn't Mean a Thing

      Capo 5
Chords
C: 332010
F: 033210
Cmaj9:020010
G: 320013
Am:002213 

  C
I never knew my mother
        F             G
I can't say it was so bad
        C
She was still a girl of seventeen
    F                G
The night she met my dad
            C
He was just six months out of Chino
           Am              G
Tryin' his hardest to stay clean
           C    Cmaj9      Am   G          F
And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
     C     Cmaj9    Am   G      F
Like doves sleepin' with broken wings
     C   Cmaj9 Am    F
In a bed fit   for a king
                 C
It didn't mean a thing


         C
It was a shotgun-forced wedding
         F                   G
And they forgot to bring the guns
              C
They were too busy countin' promises
       F                G   
To the children not yet born
   C
No one could afford the ride
                  Am            G
They just hitched up the one oh one
           C    Cmaj9      Am   G          F
And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
     C     Cmaj9   Am   G      F
Like doves dancin' with broken wings
       C    Cmaj9 Am  G F  
With a view fit   for a king
                 C
It didn't mean a thing


         F
It was a lonliness they would confess
         C
Like the world had gone bad, I guess
          F                                 C
So they'd hold hands lookin' to the eyes of God
             F
They'd say, "Tell me, why'd you hide from us?
          C
Why'd you fill the world with wickedness?
          F                                    G
Why'd you spare us from your grace but not the rod?"
       C
Now my dad says, "Fuck the details,
     F                   G
Just keep your head down hide.
          C
You gotta find yourself alone 
              F                G
before you'll find the eyes of God"
           C      
You may be broke and scared        
                       F                     G
And mad as hell at the flesh of your heart's strings
             C       Cmaj9 Am      G     F
But you were born to be a  peasant not a king
             C      Cmaj9       Am      G    F             
So just stop actin' like you're runnin' from something
             C         Cmaj9   Am       G     F
You're gonna leave the way you came without a thing
          C          Cmaj9   Am        G    F
With your heart tied to your mind tied to a string
         C    Cmaj9   Am   G       F
You just sing and you sing and you sing
                  C
It doesn't mean a thing