Alysha Brilla - Immigrant

^EmRight beside the ^Docean with a ^Amwarm breeze A l^Cittle boy was ^Gborn beneath the ^Apalm trees ^EmThe air was thick the ^Dsun was shining ^Amdaily ^CMom was in the ^GKitchen cooking ^Amehlee

^ABut I don’t wanna ^Emtalk about that ^Ganymore ^GThat was back ^Amthen, that was before ^AmNow I am a ^Gnew man with a big plan living in a new ^Aland…

^EmI am an immigrant, ^GI am ^DI am an immigra^Amnt, I am ^EmI am an immigran^Gt, I am^{D Am Em}

^EmOn an island^D in the In^Amdian Ocean ^CA better^G life possessed all my^A devotion ^EmWhen every nigh^Dt I’d hear^Am the bullets ringing ^CI’d close my ^Geyes and pray fo^Ar a new beginning

^ASo when the p^Emapers arrived ^Gat my door ^GI thanked ^Amgod, ‘cuz I was so sure ^Amthat I was a ^Gnew man with a big plan moving to a new ^Aland

^EmI am an immigrant, ^GI am ^DI am an immigra^Amnt, I am ^EmI am an immigran^Gt, I am ^{D Am Em}

They sa^Emy my food is funny, ^Dmy name is funny^Am, I look funny They say my ^Emclothes are funny, I^D speak, I laugh ^Amfunny They say I ^Empray funny, I dream ^Dfunny, I sing fu^Amnny My ^Emgod is funny, but wh^Dere I’m from it’s not so^Am funny…

^EmI am an immigrant, ^GI am ^DI am an immigra^Amnt, I am ^EmI am an immigran^Gt, I am^{D Am Em}