Transcribed by: Alfredo Barbieri
(G)
(G)Girl I've got scars and (C)I've seen stars
From (G)men nearly (D)twice my (G)size
Yeah, (G)life's sticks and stones have (C)broke a few bones
But (G)I've always surv(D)ived
So (G)when I take a look at (C)all I've took
It (G)don't seem (D)right to (G)me
How a (G)little bitty woman with (D)just a few words
Could (G)bring me (D)to my (G)knees
Sticks and (C)stones wouldn't hurt a (G)bit
Compared to the (Em)cold cruel words (C)that just left your (D)lips
I'd rather you (C)pick up a rock, a (D)stick full of thorns
(G)Rear back and let 'em (C)fly
'Cause those (G)sticks wouldn't cut, (D)stones hurt as much
As the (C)sound of (D)your good(G)bye
Yeah, I (G)know I'm the reason (C)for your leavin'
(G)I'm to blame (D)sure (G)enough
It's (G)like you say there (C)ain't a woman made
That can (C)live without true (D)love
So if (G)it's too late to (C)set things straight
And (G)there's (D)no forgiving (G)me
Then (G)don't say nothin', just (C)pick you up something
That'll (G)end this (D)mis(G)ery
(chorus)
This is the way I play this fun song. Any corrections welcome.