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Tuning: G C E A
[Intro]
IG6s this the real life? A7Is this just fantasy? D7Caught in a landslide, no Gescape from reality EmOpen your eyes, look uG7p to the skies and seCe IAm'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me [Verse 1]
GMama, just kEmilled a man AmPut a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's deaDd GMama, life had jEmust begun But nowC I've gone and thrown it all awayD CMama, ooAmh, didn't Dmmean to make you cry If IF'm not back again thGis time tomorrowC Carry oGn, carry oAmn as if nothinFg really mattersC
G [Verse 2]
ToGo late, my timEme has come Sends shiverCs down my spinAme, body's achingC all the timDe GoodbyGe, everybody, I've goEmt to go Gotta leaveC you all behind and face the trutDh MGama, ooEmh, (any way the wind blows) IC don't want to dAmie I sometimeGs wish I'd neveG7r been born at allC
[Guitar Solo] C G Am Dm G C G Am Dm F [Verse 3]
BI A#see a lAittle sA#ilhouetto of a Bman ScF#aramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? TA#hunderbolt and lD#ightning, veryE, very fFright'ning mF#e
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo. Galileo figaro magnifico
G#I'm jGust a pGboor Gboy, G#noboGdy lGboves Gme F E D# E F E D#Am He's just a poor boy from a poor family SAmpare him his lifGe from this mBonstrosiGty EasG#y coGme, F#easy Ggo, wG#ill you leGt meF# go? C G C F C G
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(CLet him go!) BisCmillah! GWe wCill not Flet Cyou go (CLet him go!) BiCsmillah! GWe wiCll not leFt yCou go (Let meC go.) WiCll Gnot lFet yCou go (Let me Cgo.) WiCll nGot leFt yCou go. (Let me goC.) Ah NGmo, Gno, nDo, nGo, Cno, no, no
(Oh mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go
BeeClzeFbub has a dB7evil putEM aside for meG, forG7 me, for mGe! Interlude: C D
[Verse 4]
SDmo you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? C7 SoDm you think you can love me and leave me to die? F OhDm, bGaby, cDman't do this to me, baGby! JuFst gotta get oGut, jFust gotta get righGt outta hereC!
[Guitar Solo] [Outro]
NoFthing really mGatters, Fanyone can sGee NFothing really matFmters NoFthing really matGters to meC
Any way the wind blows