Far Far Away
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| 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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