Long Island City Here I Come taby ukulele według Geese

[Intro Piano]
 
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[Verse 1]
 
  A      E           G#mb5
Nobody knows where they're going
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Nobody knows where they're going
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Nobody knows where they're going except me
 
  A         E
I told poor Joan
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"You've been talking, you've been talking to you-know-who
               G#m/D#               A          E
And if you can talk to him, you can talk to me too"
 
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And Joan of Arc, she warned
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"The Lord has a lot of friends, and in the end
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He'll probably forget he's met you before"
 
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Oh Charles, tell me about the end
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You were there the day the music died
  G#m/D#         A           E
I'll be there the day it dies again
 
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He said, "A masterpiece belongs to the dead
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There are microphones under your bed
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And there's footage that will prove us both wrong"
 
A         E
Can't you see?
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Like Joshua kick-kick-kicked the king out of Jericho
             G#m/D#         A                E
I'm about to kick your ass up and down this street
 
 
 
[Bridge]
 
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Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come
E
Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come
G#mb5
Here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come, here I come
A#mb5
Here I come, here I come
C#m7                                          G#m/D#
Here I come, come, here I come, here I come, here I come
A
Here I come
 
 
A*  Asus2 (Alternate these 2 chords on each strum)
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh

[Verse 2]
 
  A      E      G#mb5             A#mb5                   C#m7
I knew a man he sat behind a desk that was a million feet wide
       G#m/D#       A             E
But he laid down his hammer and he died
 
  A      E   G#mb5         A#mb5              C#m7
I knew a man, big and fat, born without arms or legs
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Born to jump in the air and clap
 
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He said, "Hang me from a yo-yo or a rope And I'll be hanging by my neck all 
    C#m7
the same
   G#m       C#m7          A            B              E
So too shall I reach Long Island City, one of these days"
 
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 "Can't you see?" he said, "The Sunday crowds are all my concubines and my 
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enemies"
      G#m       C#m             A      B       E
But he too shall see Long Island City eventually
 
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Maria cried out to me, "You can either leave, Or you can stop playing that 
                  C#m7
cowbell with your gun"
    G#m       C#m7                 A       B       E
So I say, "Watch out, Long Island City, here I come"
 
A           E         G#mb5       A#mb5               C#m7
 Like Charlamagne in Vietnam. Until I get home, I am not anyone
G#m    C#m7   A     B       E
Long Island City, here I come
 
 
A              E              G#mb5      A#mb5                     C#m7
   Like Charlamagne on the midnight bus, I have no idea where I'm going
G#m/D#  A
Here I come
 
 
A*  Asus2 (Alternate these 2 chords on each strum)
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh