The Little Shirt Me Mother Made For Me Lyrics And Chords
Written by Harry Wincott . The guitar chords in Chordpro are in D.This was recorded by Marty Robbins and that's who's in the youtube video., And Foster And Allen. I have included a couple of versions of the chords including the key that Marty plays the song in. We really like to write songs about our mothers and there's none more famous than A Mother's Love's A Blessing Lyrics when it comes to mammy's. A More recent song about mothers [ yes were still writing them ] is by Irish singer Jimmy Buckley called My Mother Lyrics which also made a big impact for young Owen Mac who's doing very well in his new singing career.
Song lyrics / chords in D
[D] I can't forget the day that I was [A7] born
Was on a cold and frosty winter's [D] morn'
The doctor said I was a chubby [A7] chap
But [E] when the nurse, she took me on her [A7] lap
She [G] washed me all over I re-[D] member
And [G] after powder-puffin' me, you [D] see
She laid me in the [D7] cradle by the [G] window
In The [A7] Little Shirt My Mother Made For [G] Me.
When I began to crawl it was a sight
I used to frighten mom from morn' til night
There's no mistake I was a lttle curse
'Cause when my daddy, he came home from work
Every night he would say; "Where's Little Sam got?"
As down the kitchen, happy as could be
They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot
In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.
The first day that I wore my Knickerbocks
I felt so funny after wearin' smocks
I looked a little picture, they did say
But when they let me out to run and play
Well, I didn't like the britches I was wearin'
And in the street I took 'em off, you see
I started walkin' home so bold and darin'
In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.
Last year when I was on my holiday
Upon the briny ocean I did gaze
The water looked so nice I thought I'd go
To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh
All the girls along the beach at me were starin'
And some were takin' pictures, I could see
Was a good thing for me that I was wearin'
The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.
[D] I can't forget the day that I was [A7] born
Was on a cold and frosty winter's [D] morn'
The doctor said I was a chubby [A7] chap
But [E] when the nurse, she took me on her [A7] lap
She [G] washed me all over I re-[D] member
And [G] after powder-puffin' me, you [D] see
She laid me in the [D7] cradle by the [G] window
In The [A7] Little Shirt My Mother Made For [G] Me.
When I began to crawl it was a sight
I used to frighten mom from morn' til night
There's no mistake I was a lttle curse
'Cause when my daddy, he came home from work
Every night he would say; "Where's Little Sam got?"
As down the kitchen, happy as could be
They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot
In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.
The first day that I wore my Knickerbocks
I felt so funny after wearin' smocks
I looked a little picture, they did say
But when they let me out to run and play
Well, I didn't like the britches I was wearin'
And in the street I took 'em off, you see
I started walkin' home so bold and darin'
In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.
Last year when I was on my holiday
Upon the briny ocean I did gaze
The water looked so nice I thought I'd go
To have a swim, but, in a minute, oh
All the girls along the beach at me were starin'
And some were takin' pictures, I could see
Was a good thing for me that I was wearin'
The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.
Marty Robbins version of The Little Shirt Me Mother Made For Me chords.
[C#] I can't forget the day that I was [Ab] born
Was on a cold and frosty winter's [C#] morn'
The doctor said I was a chubby [Ab] chap
But when the nurse, she took me on her lap
She [F#] washed me all over I re-[C#] member
And [F#] after powder-puffin' me, you [C#] see
She laid me in the cradle by the [F#] window
In The [Ab] Little Shirt My Mother Made For [C] Me.
[C#] I can't forget the day that I was [Ab] born
Was on a cold and frosty winter's [C#] morn'
The doctor said I was a chubby [Ab] chap
But when the nurse, she took me on her lap
She [F#] washed me all over I re-[C#] member
And [F#] after powder-puffin' me, you [C#] see
She laid me in the cradle by the [F#] window
In The [Ab] Little Shirt My Mother Made For [C] Me.
Introduction
The clothing we wear is not just a mere covering for our bodies, but it holds a significant meaning and value in our lives. It is a reflection of our identity, culture, and personal stories. In this thesis, I will be exploring the sentimental value and memories attached to a little shirt that my mother made for me. This shirt is not just a piece of clothing, but it represents the love, care, and sacrifice of a mother for her child.
Chapter 1: The Making of the Little Shirt
The story of this little shirt begins with its making. My mother, being a skilled seamstress, took great pride in creating clothes for her family. She would spend hours meticulously selecting the fabric, cutting, and stitching the pieces together. I still remember watching her with fascination as she worked on this particular shirt. From the choice of fabric to the buttons and the little details, every step was done with love and care.
Chapter 2: The Significance of the Shirt
The little shirt may seem like just another piece of clothing, but it holds a special significance in my life. It was not just a shirt, but it was a symbol of my mother's love for me. As a child, I would wear it proudly, knowing that it was made just for me. It became a part of my identity, and I would often refuse to wear any other shirt, no matter how fancy or expensive. It was my little shirt, and I cherished it dearly.
Chapter 3: Memories Attached to the Shirt
The memories attached to this little shirt are countless. I remember wearing it on my first day of school, feeling nervous yet comforted by the thought that my mother's love was with me. I remember playing in the park, getting dirty and stained, but my mother would always wash and mend it, making it as good as new. I remember wearing it on family trips, and my mother would often take a picture of me in it. This little shirt has been a constant in my life, and it holds a special place in my heart.
Chapter 4: The Shirt's Journey
As I grew older, the little shirt became smaller, and I could no longer wear it. But my mother would not let go of it. Instead, she carefully folded it and kept it in a box, along with other precious items. When I left for college, she gave me the box, and the little shirt was there, reminding me of my childhood and the love of my mother. It has traveled with me through different stages of my life, and it is a constant reminder of the bond between a mother and child.
Chapter 5: Lessons Learned
The little shirt may seem insignificant to others, but for me, it holds a wealth of lessons. It taught me the value of hard work, as I witnessed my mother's dedication and skill in making it. It taught me the power of love, as my mother poured her heart into every stitch. It taught me the importance of cherishing the little things in life, as this shirt was a constant reminder of my childhood.
Conclusion
In conclusion, the little shirt that my mother made for me is not just a piece of clothing, but it holds a special place in my life. It represents the love, care, and sacrifices of a mother for her child. It is a symbol of my childhood, and it will always hold a special place in my heart. This little shirt will continue to be a part of my journey, and its significance will never diminish.
The clothing we wear is not just a mere covering for our bodies, but it holds a significant meaning and value in our lives. It is a reflection of our identity, culture, and personal stories. In this thesis, I will be exploring the sentimental value and memories attached to a little shirt that my mother made for me. This shirt is not just a piece of clothing, but it represents the love, care, and sacrifice of a mother for her child.
Chapter 1: The Making of the Little Shirt
The story of this little shirt begins with its making. My mother, being a skilled seamstress, took great pride in creating clothes for her family. She would spend hours meticulously selecting the fabric, cutting, and stitching the pieces together. I still remember watching her with fascination as she worked on this particular shirt. From the choice of fabric to the buttons and the little details, every step was done with love and care.
Chapter 2: The Significance of the Shirt
The little shirt may seem like just another piece of clothing, but it holds a special significance in my life. It was not just a shirt, but it was a symbol of my mother's love for me. As a child, I would wear it proudly, knowing that it was made just for me. It became a part of my identity, and I would often refuse to wear any other shirt, no matter how fancy or expensive. It was my little shirt, and I cherished it dearly.
Chapter 3: Memories Attached to the Shirt
The memories attached to this little shirt are countless. I remember wearing it on my first day of school, feeling nervous yet comforted by the thought that my mother's love was with me. I remember playing in the park, getting dirty and stained, but my mother would always wash and mend it, making it as good as new. I remember wearing it on family trips, and my mother would often take a picture of me in it. This little shirt has been a constant in my life, and it holds a special place in my heart.
Chapter 4: The Shirt's Journey
As I grew older, the little shirt became smaller, and I could no longer wear it. But my mother would not let go of it. Instead, she carefully folded it and kept it in a box, along with other precious items. When I left for college, she gave me the box, and the little shirt was there, reminding me of my childhood and the love of my mother. It has traveled with me through different stages of my life, and it is a constant reminder of the bond between a mother and child.
Chapter 5: Lessons Learned
The little shirt may seem insignificant to others, but for me, it holds a wealth of lessons. It taught me the value of hard work, as I witnessed my mother's dedication and skill in making it. It taught me the power of love, as my mother poured her heart into every stitch. It taught me the importance of cherishing the little things in life, as this shirt was a constant reminder of my childhood.
Conclusion
In conclusion, the little shirt that my mother made for me is not just a piece of clothing, but it holds a special place in my life. It represents the love, care, and sacrifices of a mother for her child. It is a symbol of my childhood, and it will always hold a special place in my heart. This little shirt will continue to be a part of my journey, and its significance will never diminish.
