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VERSE I
Dm F
I'm a legionnaire, camel in disrepair,
G Bb A
hoping for a Frigidaire to come passing by.
Dm F
I am on reprieve, lacking my joise de vivre,
G Bb A
missing my gay Paree in this desert dry.
Dm F
And I wrote my girl, told her I would not
G
return, I've terribly taken a turn for the
Bb A Dm
worse now, I fear. It's been a year or more
F
since they shipped me to this foreign
G Bb
shore, fighting in a foreign, so far away
A
from my home.
CHORUS
F C
If only some rain would fall on the house and
Gm
the boulevards and the sidewalks bagatelles (it's
Bb F
like a dream). With a roar of cars and the
C Gm
lolling of the cafe bars and the sweetly sleeping
Bb Bbm
sweeping of the Seine. Lord, I don't know if I'll
Dm F G Bb A
ever be back again. La Da Dum Dum La Da Da Dum
VERSE II
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.
REPEAT CHORUS
INTERLUDE
Dm F G Bb A
REPEAT CHORUS
OUTRO
Bbm F
... Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again,
C Gm Bb
be back again, be back again, O be back again.
F C Gm Bb Bbm
Oh oh oh oh oh, la la la la, la la la la, oh oh oh oh
F C Gm Bb Bbm Dm
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