The Rolling Stones

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Intro:
D  Dsus4  D   (x4)
 
Verse:
 D                                     
Well, you're crazy mama 
With your ball and chain 
           G 
And your sawn off shotgun 
  D                      D
Blown out brains, yeah 
 
Verse:
 D  
You can scandalize me 
Scorn my name 
         G 
You can steal my money 
 D  
That don't mean a doggone thing 
 
Chorus: 
                   A 
   'Cause if you really think you can push it 
              B                      G 
   I'm gonna bust your knees with a bullet, ooh 
     D                  D  
   Crazy mama, ah yeah 
 
Verse:
Well, your old time religion 
Is just a superstition 
You're gonna pay high prices 
                              D
For your sacrifices, ah yeah 
 
Verse:
All your blood and thunder 
Sure can't phase me none 
If you're gonna keep on comin' 
I'm gonna take it all head on 
 
Chorus: 
   And if you don't believe I'm gonna do it, yeah 
   Just wait till you get hit by that bullet, ooh 
   Crazy mother, ah yeah 
                                          D
   I'm comin' down to get you, boy, ooh 
 
Verse:
Don't think I ain't thought about it 
It sure make my shackle rise 
And cold blood murder 
It make me wanna draw the line, yeah, ooh yeah 
 
Verse:
Well, you're crazy mother 
With your ball and chain 
You're plain psychotic, ooh 
Plain insane 
 
Chorus: 
   And if you don't believe I'm gonna do it, yeah 
   Just wait for that thud of that bullet, ooh 
   You're crazy mother, ah yeah 
   You're crazy mother, yeah 
   You're crazy mother, yeah 
   Crazy mother, yeah