Legionnaires Lament Decemberists
I'm a [Dm]legionnaire, camel in [F]disrepair,
hoping for a [G]Frigidaire to come [Bb]passing [A]by.
I am [Dm]on reprieve, lacking my [F]joise de vivre,
missing my [G]gay Paree in this [Bb]desert [A]dry.
And I [Dm]wrote my girl, told her I [F]would not
return, I've terribly [G]taken a turn for the
[Bb]worse now, I [A]fear. It's been a [Dm]year or more
since they shipped me to this [F]foreign
shore, fighting in a [G]foreign, so far a[Bb]way
from my [A]home.
If only some [F]rain would fall on the [C]house and
the boulevards and the [Gm]sidewalks bagatelles (it's
like a [Bb]dream). With a [F]roar of cars and the
[C]lolling of the cafe bars and the [Gm]sweetly sleeping
sweeping of the [Bb]Seine. Lord, I [Bbm]don't know if I'll
ever be back a[Dm]gain. La Da [F]Dum Dum La Da Da [G]Dum [Bb] [A]
Medicating in the sun with pinch doses of
laudanum, longing for the old fecundity of
my homeland. Curses to this mirage! A
bottle of ancient shiraz! The smattering of
distant applause is ringing in my poor
ears. On the old left bank, my baby in a
charabanc, riding up the width and length
of the Champs Elysee.
[Dm] [F] [G] [Bb] [A]
... Lord, I [Bbm]don't know if I'll ever be back a[F]gain,
be back a[C]gain, be back a[Gm]gain, O be back [Bb]again.
Oh oh oh oh [F]oh, la la la [C]la, la la la [Gm]la, oh oh oh [Bb]oh [Bbm]
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