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Tuning: E A D G B E
This is a simple and groovy song. Here's how I play it.
F Dm
(pause) F
Here I sleep the morning through
'Til the wail of the call to praDmyer awakes me
And there ain't nothing at all to dFo but rise and follow
The day wherever it Dmtakes me
FI stand at the window and I look at the sea
DmAnd I am what I am, and what will be will be
FI stand at the window and I look at the sea
DmAnd 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 doDm something to you
And the kids gather around wFith an outstretched hand
And I toss them a Dmdirham or two
FWell, I wonder if my children are thinking of me
DmCause I am what I am, and what will be will be
FI wonder if my kids are thinking of me
DmAnd I smile and I sip my opium tea
(pause) F
At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts
And the shapes of hooded mDmen who pass me
And the moan of the wind lFaughs and laughs and laughs
The strange luck that fateDm has cast me
FWell, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
DmThat he is what he is and what will be will be
FYeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
DmAnd I sit and I drink of my opium tea
I'm a prisoner here, I can neveFr go home
There is nothing here to wiDmn or lose
There are no choiceFs needed to be made at all
Not even the choice of having to choDmose
FWell, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free
DmCause I am what I am and what will be will be
FI'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also free
DmAnd 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.