#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # From: Litgo@aol.com 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.