Fathers Whiskers chords

[VERSE 1]
We h[G]ave a dear old daddy
For [A7]whom we daily pray,
He's [D7]got a set of whiskers,
They're always in the w[G]ay.

[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, they're always in the way,
The [A7]cows eat them for hay,
They [D7]hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the [G]way.

[VERSE 2]
Fat[G]her had a strong back,
Now [A7]it's all caved in,
He s[D7]tepped upon his whiskers
And walked up to his [G]chin.

[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, they're always in the way,
The [A7]cows eat them for hay,
They [D7]hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the [G]way.

[VERSE 3]
We [G]have a dear old mother,
With [A7]him at night she sleeps,
She [D7]wakes up in the morning
Eating shredded [G]wheat.

[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, they're always in the way,
The [A7]cows eat them for hay,
They [D7]hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the [G]way.

[VERSE 4]
We [G]have a dear old brother,
He [A7]has a Ford machine,
He [D7]uses father's whiskers
To strain the gaso[G]line.

[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, they're always in the way,
The [A7]cows eat them for hay,
They [D7]hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the [G]way.

[VERSE 5]
We [G]have a dear old sister,
It [A7]really is a laugh,
She [D7]sprinkle's father's whiskers
As bath salts in her [G]bath.

[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, they're always in the way,
The [A7]cows eat them for hay,
They [D7]hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the [G]way.

[VERSE 6]
Fa[G]ther has a daughter,
Her n[A7]ame is Ella Mae,
She [D7]climbs up father's whiskers
And braids them all the [G]way.

[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, they're always in the way,
The [A7]cows eat them for hay,
They [D7]hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the [G]way.

[VERSE 7]
A[G]round the supper table
We [A7]make a merry group,
Until [D7]dear father's whiskers
Get tangled in the [G]soup.

[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, they're always in the way,
The [A7]cows eat them for hay,
They [D7]hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the [G]way.

[VERSE 8]
F[G]ather fought in Flanders,
He [A7]wasn't killed, you see,
His [D7]whiskers looked like bushes
And fooled the ene[G]my.

[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, they're always in the way,
The [A7]cows eat them for hay,
They [D7]hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the [G]way.

[VERSE 9]
When [G]father goes in swimming,
No [A7]bathing suit for him,
He [D7]ties his whiskers 'round his waist
And gaily plunges [G]in.

[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, they're always in the way,
The [A7]cows eat them for hay,
They [D7]hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the [G]way.

[VERSE 10]
F[G]ather in a tavern,
He [A7]likes his lager beer,
He [D7]pins a pretzel on his nose
To keep his whiskers c[G]lear.

[CHORUS]
[G]Oh, they're always in the way,
The [A7]cows eat them for hay,
They [D7]hide the dirt on father's shirt,
They're always in the [G]way.