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From: tim@groovcat.demon.co.uk (Tim Norris)@groovcat.demon.co.uk (Tim Norris)

^Hmi , ^A , ^Hmi , ^A , ^Hmi , ^A
I've seen the ^Hmi yellow lights
go ^A down the Missis ^Hmi sippi ^A
I've seen the ^Hmi bridges of the ^A world
and they are for ^Hmi real ^Hsus2 , ^Hmi
I've had a ^G red light off-the- ^A wrist
without me ^D even ^Dsus2 getting ^D kissed
It ^G still seems so un ^A 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

®: And I'm ^D far, ^D/C# far ^D/H away ^D/A
With my ^G head up in the ^A clouds
And I'm ^D far, ^D/C# far ^D/H away ^D/A
With my ^G feet down in the ^A crowds
Letting ^D loose ^D/C# around the ^D/H world ^D/A
But the ^G call of home is ^F# loud
Still as ^Hmi loud ^A , ^Hmi , ^A , ^Hmi , ^A

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
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I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
The Grand Bahama Island stories carry on
And though those aligator smiles
Stay in your memory for a while
There still seems more to come
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