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This is a simple and groovy song. Here's how I play it. C Am (pause) C Here I sleep the morning through
'Til the wail of the call to praAmyer awakes me And there ain't nothing at all to dCo but rise and follow The day wherever it Amtakes me
CI stand at the window and I look at the sea AmAnd I am what I am, and what will be will be CI stand at the window and I look at the sea AmAnd I make me a pot of opium tea
( p a u s e ) F Down at the port I watch the boats come in
Watch the boats come in can doAm something to you And the kids gather around wCith an outstretched hand And I toss them a Amdirham or two
CWell, I wonder if my children are thinking of me AmCause I am what I am, and what will be will be CI wonder if my kids are thinking of me AmAnd I smile and I sip my opium tea
(pause) C At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts
And the shapes of hooded mAmen who pass me And the moan of the wind lCaughs and laughs and laughs The strange luck that fateAm has cast me
CWell, the cats on the rampart sing merrily AmThat he is what he is and what will be will be CYeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily AmAnd I sit and I drink of my opium tea
I'm a prisoner here, I can neveCr go home There is nothing here to wiAmn or lose There are no choiceCs needed to be made at all Not even the choice of having to choAmose
CWell, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free AmCause I am what I am and what will be will be CI'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also free AmAnd I smile and I sip my opium tea.
Someone should figure out the melody bit, the part the organ plays after the choruses. Figure it out then post it, that'd be nifty.