Flying South| TV version donated by a friend of the page. |
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| Intro: |
| Gm Dm A7 Dm |
| Gm Dm A7 Dm |
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| Now Dmone day I saw in Gerona by a river so quiet and reA7mote, |
| Eight lovely girls from the college, they were all in the same Dmboat. |
| And as they rode in unison by me, I gallantly D7raised my Gmhat, |
| And I said with a sigh, "I Dmwish that I could A7stroke a crew just like Dmthat." |
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| Chorus: |
| Oh, but GmI'm flying south for the Dmsummer, A7I'm gonna follow the Dmsun, |
| GmI'm flying south for the Dmsummer now the A7mating season's beDmgun. |
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| Now Dmoutside a bar in Toledo, where Marie had had more than her A7fill, |
| A man stood rotating a chicken on a flaming-hot infrared Dmgrill. |
| Now she staggered up to him and she shouted, with a voice just D7like a town Gmcrier, |
| She said, "Seņor, your barrel Dmorgan is broken, A7what's more your monkey's on Dmfire." |
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| Chorus |
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| Big DmAnna from Lisbon once ordered a steak weighing nine and a quarter A7pound, |
| The butcher, he said, "Will you take it, ma'am, or shall I send it Dm'round?" |
| She said, "No, I just wanna look at it 'cause I've been dieD7ting like a Gmchump, |
| And that's what I've lost and I Dmjust wanna see what it A7looks like in one Dmlump." |
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| With MeDmlina I stood on a bus from Marseilles, she was hanging on tight by the A7strap, |
| When she let her pretty white hanky fall on a sleeping old gentleman's Dmlap. |
| Now, when he awoke from his slumber he saw everyone D7staring at Gmhim, |
| And thinking it was his Dmshirt tail he A7slyly tucked it Dmin. |
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| Chorus |
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