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[Verse 1]
                   Am*                             E*
My Yiddishe Momme,   I miss her more than ever now,
                   E*                                      Am*
my Yiddishe Momme,   I'd longed to kiss that wrinkled brow.
          Dm*                           Am*
I long to hold her hand once more and I did in the days gone by,
    E*                                                   Am*
and beg her to forgive me for things I did that made her cry.

[Verse 2]
                 Am                                 E
How few were her pleasures, she never cared for fashion's styles,
               E                                           Am
her jewels and her treasures, she found them in her beby's smiles.
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For I know that I owe everything   that I am today
        Am        E       Am         Am
to that beautiful lady so old and so gray,
        Dm*       Am*            F* F* F*
to that wonderful Yiddishe Momme
         Am         D          Am         Am*    Am*
Momma of mine.