#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From uunet!wupost!uwm.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon Tue Jun 23 14:33:43 PDT 1992 Article: 285 of alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!wupost!uwm.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!macon From: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com (Glen Macon) Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Subject: keep yo hands to your self Message-ID: <32398@cbmvax.commodore.com> Date: 23 Jun 92 14:15:58 GMT Sender: news@cbmvax.commodore.com Reply-To: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com (Glen Macon) Organization: COMMODORE West Cester PA Lines: 74 KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOUR SELF A I got a little change in my pocket goin' jing a ling a ling Gonna call you on the telephone baby and give you a ring D But each time I try I get the same old thing always A no huggy no kissy till I get a wedding ring E A Now honny now baby don't put my love opon no shelf (no chord) don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to your self A Now baby baby baby why you treat me this way now I'm still your lover boy I still feel the same way D That's when she told me the story bout free milk and a cow A Now huggy no kissy till I get a wedding ring E A Now honny now baby don't put my love opon no shelf (no chord) don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to your self A Ya see I wanted real bad and I was about to give in that's when she started talkin about true love started talkin bout sin D I said honey I'll live with ya for the rest of my life A She said no huggy no kissy till you make me your wife E Now honny now baby don't put my love opon no shelf (no chord) A D A E A don't hand me no lines and keep your hands to your self \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ Glen Macon \_ \_\_ \_\_ any-net: macon@cbmvax.commodore.com \_ \_ \_\_ \_ Standard disclaimer... \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ \_ Commodore doesn't endorce what I say, I do \_ \_ \_ \_ Who wants to know... \_ \_ \_ \_ \_\_\_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.