Milkman

    A                               A
If Mama would've loved the milkman
A                        A
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
    A                         A
If she'd've had a ride in his white van
A                 A
Up and down Baker Street
     D               D                 D
On a Monday with her hair down and her hand
          D                 A       A
About to slide between his knees
    E                   D                A       A      A    A
But Mama never did love nothin' but Daddy and me


[Verse 2: Angaleena Presley]
    A                         A
If Mama would've smoked her a cigarette
A                        A
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
   A                           A
If she'd've done more than the dishes
  A               A
Untied them apron strings
        D               D              D
She'd be sittin' in her sundress on the back porch
        D                A     A
Mixing whiskey and sweet tea
E                     D                       A     A
Mama never did think twice about feelin' this free


[Chorus: Angaleena Presley]
D          D                   A       A
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
C#m           C#m           D    D
Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
    D                 D             A       A
She might've made it past the water tower
                      Bm        Bm
If she'd've loved the milkman
  E     E    A    A
Mhmm, mhmm


[Instrumental]
D D A A
C#m C#m D D
D D A A
Bm Bm E E
A  A  A  A  x2


[Verse 3: Ashley Monroe]
   A                    A
If I could be more like Mama
A                         A
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
A                 A
Sometimes I think Mama
A                      A
Wants to be more like me
         D                    D
But it's too late 'cause her hair's gray
        D                   D              A     A
And the years have started showing on her cheeks
       E                   D                     A     A
'Cause Mama never did have nothin' but Daddy and me


[Chorus: Ashley Monroe]
D          D                   A       A
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
C#m           C#m           D    D
Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
    D                 D             A       A
She might've made it past the water tower
                      Bm        Bm
If she'd've loved the milkman
  E     E
Mhmm, mhmm
A    A
Mhmm, mhmm
A    A
Mhmm, mhmm
A    A
Mhmm, mhmm
Milkman - Pistol Annies


[Intro]
A | A | A | A | x2


[Verse 1: Miranda Lambert]
    A                               A
If Mama would've loved the milkman
A                        A
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
    A                         A
If she'd've had a ride in his white van
A                 A
Up and down Baker Street
     D               D                 D
On a Monday with her hair down and her hand
          D                 A       A
About to slide between his knees
    E                   D                A       A      A    A
But Mama never did love nothin' but Daddy and me


[Verse 2: Angaleena Presley]
    A                         A
If Mama would've smoked her a cigarette
A                        A
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
   A                           A
If she'd've done more than the dishes
  A               A
Untied them apron strings
        D               D              D
She'd be sittin' in her sundress on the back porch
        D                A     A
Mixing whiskey and sweet tea
E                     D                       A     A
Mama never did think twice about feelin' this free


[Chorus: Angaleena Presley]
D          D                   A       A
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
C#m           C#m           D    D
Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
    D                 D             A       A
She might've made it past the water tower
                      Bm        Bm
If she'd've loved the milkman
  E     E    A    A
Mhmm, mhmm


[Instrumental]
D D A A
C#m C#m D D
D D A A
Bm Bm E E
A  A  A  A  x2


[Verse 3: Ashley Monroe]
   A                    A
If I could be more like Mama
A                         A
Maybe she wouldn't judge me
A                 A
Sometimes I think Mama
A                      A
Wants to be more like me
         D                    D
But it's too late 'cause her hair's gray
        D                   D              A     A
And the years have started showing on her cheeks
       E                   D                     A     A
'Cause Mama never did have nothin' but Daddy and me


[Chorus: Ashley Monroe]
D          D                   A       A
Mama never liked to pick wild flowers
C#m           C#m           D    D
Drinkin' on a Sunday was a sin
    D                 D             A       A
She might've made it past the water tower
                      Bm        Bm
If she'd've loved the milkman
  E     E
Mhmm, mhmm
A    A
Mhmm, mhmm
A    A
Mhmm, mhmm
A    A
Mhmm, mhmm