| Dm | A | Dm | Am | | I’ve seen the | yellow lights go | down the Missi | ssippi | |
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| Dm | A | Dm | | I’ve seen the | bridges of the | world and they’re for | real |
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| Bb | C | | I’ve had | a red light on (of?) thr | wrist |
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| F | | without me | even gettin’ kissed |
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I’ve seen the mornin’ in the mountains of Alaska |
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I’ve seen the sunset in the east and in the west |
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I’ve sang the glories ... and passed(?) |
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It still seems for the best |
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| | | F | C | Dm | | | And I’m | far | far away | |
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| | | Bb | C | | | With my | head up in the | clouds |
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| | | F | C | Dm | | | And I’m | far | far away | |
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| | | Bb | C | | | With my | feet down in the | crouds(?) |
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| | | F | C | Dm | | | Let it | loose a | round the | world |
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| | | Bb | A | Dm | | | But the | call of home is | loud, still as | loud |
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I’ve seen the parish lights ... |
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And felt the silence hangin’ low in noman’s land |
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It still seems all in hand |
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I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississipi |
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And all the ... and these smiles |
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stay in your memory for a while |
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There still seems more to come |
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| | | F | C | Dm | | | And I’m | far | far away | ... |
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