Cut My Hair The Who
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]C [3]x [5]3 [7]5 [5]5 [3]5 [3]x [Eb]Bb [(C)](G) [365343]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]Why should I [G7]care if I have to[Em/G] cut my [Am/G]hair?
I've got to [G11]move with the [G]fashions or be [C]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]Zoot [C]suit, white [Bb]jac[C]ket with side vents [Bb]five [F]inc[Bb]hes [C]long.
[Bb]I'm [C]out on the [Bb]str[C]eet again and I'm le[Bb]api[F]ng [Bb]alo[G]ng.
I'm [F]dressed [G]right for a [F]beach [G]fight, [F]but I [F]just [C]can't [F]ex[G7]plain
Why that [F]un-certain [Eb]feeling is still [Bb]here in my [Fmaj7]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]Why do I have to be [G]different to them
Just to [Gm7]earn the respect of a [F]dance hall friend
[G]We have the same old [Gsus]row, again and [G]again.[G7]
[D]Why do I have to [A]move with a crowd
Of [Am7]kids that hardly notice [G]I'm around,
I have to [A]work myself to [D/A]death just to fit [A]in.
[Fmaj7/G]I'm coming [G7]down
Got home on the [Em/G]very first train from [Am/G]town.
My [G11]dad just left for [E7]work, he wasn't [Am]talking.
[Fmaj7/G]It's all a [G7]game, 'cos [Em/G]inside I'm just the [Am/G]same,
My [G11]fried egg makes me [E7]sick first thing in the [Am]morning.
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