Randy Newman

I was ^F born right here, ^{Fsus4 F Am} November '43
^Bb My dad was a captain in the army fig ^F hting ^Dm the germans i ^C n Sicily. ^Bb
F My poor little momm ^Fsus4 a ^F didn't know a ^Am soul in L.A.
^Bb So we went down to the union station and ^C made our geta ^F way.
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^F Got on the dixie flyer bound for ^Am New Orleans ^{Am7 Am
Bb} Across the state of Texas to the ^C land of ^F dreams.
On the dixie flyer bound for New ^Am Orleans ^{Am7 Am
Bb} Back to her friends and her family in the l ^C and of d ^F reams.
^Dm Her own mother ^Am came to ^Bb meet us at the station,
^Dm Her dress as ^Am black as a ^Bb crow in a coal mine
^Gm She cried when her little girl got ^Dm off the ^D# train.
^Dm Her brothers and her ^Am sisters drove ^Bb down from Jackson, Mississippi
In a ^Dm great green hudson ^Am driven by a ^Bb gentile they knew.
^Gm Drinkin' rye whiskey from a ^Dm flask in the ^D# back seat
Tryin' to ^F do like the ^C gentiles ^Bb do
Christ, they ^F wanted to be ^C gentiles, ^Bb too.
Who ^F wouldn't down there, ^C wouldn't ^Bb you?
An ^F american ^C christian, ^Bb god damn!
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by: José Duarte
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