Tonart: Bb minor
Intro 1
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Em
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C
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A damp
Verse 1
Dm
air carried the smell of mustard cotton
Em
Am
Burning sugar, a red moon
Dm
over the brackish dark water
Em
Am
Whispered danger
E
Am
Dm
Ah -oo -ah -ah
Em
Am
In Moka Elu
Eaug
Am
Dm
Ah -oo -ah -ah
Em
Am
Klemilu
Now Medical, won't you please,
Dm
please, won't you be
Em
A place that loves music
Am
E
and the man that made me
Am
Dm
These docs are a war zone, such fe rocity
Em
Am
Dm
I wonder if they should have left this issue
Em
Am
E
Am
E
Am
Dm
Em
Am
Em
I'm steel reeds, gaskets,
Dm
and kid -skin gusset
Am
set in Circassian worm
like he crafted me with love
C
Dm
An d I am his best shot
Em
at getting out of the shipyards
Am
and starting his music shop
Dm
Em
Ah -oo -ah -ah -oh
E
Am
Dm
Em
Ah -oo -ah -ah -oh Creme Brie
Am
His eyes grew nervous,
E
Dm
his touch grew rough
Em
I think he troubled him,
Am
but no one liked our melodies much
The French swaffled waltzes,
Dm
the Irish jigs and reels
Em
A choppy sort of fusion
Am
was demanded by the Kree
He was such a brave man
Dm
Em
With eyes of amber, thick black hair
Am
E
And a barrel -chested straggler
Am
Dm
But sfortunato was his hand
Em
Even the best accordion
Dm
can't save an unlucky man
Am
Well, America, won't you please,
Em
A place that loves music
Am
and the men that made me
Dm
These docks are our wars on such ferocity
Em
Am
Dm
I wish that we had never left dear Sicily
Em
Am
E
Am
Dm
Em
G
Am
Whoever had to say goodbye
F
Dm
from a distance
Em
Knowing it was forever
Am
Dm
In one sharp instant
Am
I slid out of his arms
Dm
And crashed to the floor
Em
E
As the cops burst through the party
Dm
Em
And tore the men through
Am
Three hundred Italians
C
Dm
were rounded up that day
Em
As an officer was shot
Am
And an accusation was made
Em
Am
Some were tried
Em
But a mob still insisted
Am
It was them that did it
Dm
They broke into the prison shut
and someone will pay
Em
My sweet maker was a movie
Dm
in its flinch that day
Dm
Am
Dm
A -ooh, ah oh
Em
Am
He said up and you walk away
Em
He said have to leave
Am
Em
Walk up
Am
Dm
The medic gone, won't you please,
please, won't you be
Em
A place that loves music
Am
and the men that made me
Am
These locks are a war zone,
Em
I wish that we had never left dear
Am
America, won't you please,
Em
A place that loves music
Am
and the men that made me
Am
These locks are a war zone,
Oh, can I be a unicorn?
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