Far Far Away
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Am | G | Am | G | Am | G | Am | |||||||
Am | G | Am | G | |
I've seen the | yellow lights go | down the Missi | ssippi |
Am | G | Am | G | |
I've seen the | bridges of the | world and they are for | real |
F | G | C | C2 | C | |
I've had a | red light off the | wrist without me | even | getting | kissed, |
F | G | |
it | still seems so un | real. |
I've seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska, |
I've seen the sunset in the East and in the West, |
I've sang the glory that was Rome and passed the 'Hound Dog' singer's home, |
It still seems for the best. |
C | C/B | C/A | C/G | F | G | |
And I'm | far, | far | away | with my | head up in the | clouds, |
C | C/B | C/A | C/G | F | G | |
and I'm | far, | far | away | with my | feet down in the | crowds, |
C | C/B | C/A | C/G | F | E | Am | |
letting | loose | around the | world, | but the | call of home is | loud, still as | loud. |
I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre |
and felt the silence hanging low in No Man's land, |
and though those Spanish nights were fine, it wasn't only from the wine, |
It still seems all in hand: |
And I'm far, far away with my head up in the clouds, |
And I'm far, far away with my feet down in the crowds, |
letting loose around the world, but the call of home is loud, still as loud. |
I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi |
The grand Bahama island stories carry on, |
And though those alligator smiles, stay in your memory for a while |
There still seems more to come: |
And I'm far, far away ... |
And I'm far, far away ... |
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