| Bm | A | Bm | A | Bm | A | Bm | A | Bm | A | |
| I've seen the | yellow lights go | down the Mississ | ippi |
| Bm | A | Bm | Bsus2 | Bm | |
| I've seen the | bridges of the | world and they are for | real |
| G | A | D | Dsus2 | D | |
| I've had a | red light off-the- | wrist without me | even g | etting | kissed |
| G | A | |
| It | still seems so un | 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 |
| D | D/C# | D/B | D/A | |
| And I'm | far, | far a | way |
| G | A | |
| With my | head up in the | clouds |
| D | D/C# | D/B | D/A | |
| And I'm | far, | far a | way |
| G | A | |
| With my | feet down in the | crowds |
| D | D/C# | D/B | D/A | |
| Letting | loose ar | ound the | world |
| G | F# | |
| But the | call of home is | loud |
| Bm | A | Bm | A | Bm | A | |
| Still as | loud |
| 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 |
| And I'm far, far away, &c... |
| 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 |
| And I'm far, far away &c... |
| (twice!) |
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| Tim Norris |
| Sig? Schmig. |
| Buy your own bloody quotations dictionary. |
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