Chords for Boney M. - Ride To Agadir (Boney M. - Ein Sound geht um die Welt 12.12.1981)

In the morning, _ _ [Bb] Casablanca to the west,
On the Atlas mountain foothills leading [G] down to [C] Marrakech,
For Mohammed and Morocco, _ [C] we had taken up [Bb] our guns,
[E] For the ashes of our fathers [G] and the [C] children of our sons. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [F] In [C] the dry winds of summer, _ they [Bb] were sharpening the blades,
They were riding to act upon the promise we [C] had made,
With the fist and the dagger, with the rifle [G] and the [Gm] lance,
[Dm] We will suffer no intrusion from the [C] infidels of France. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [A] Ride, ride, ride, ride to La Gaudine, _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G] Ride, ride, ride, ride to La Gaudine.
They could _ wait no _ more,
[Bb] In the burning sands [F] on the right to [Gm] La Gaudine,
Ride, ride, ride, ride to La Gaudine.
The _ dogs of [G] war,
For [Bb] the future of this land [F] on the right to [Gm] La Gaudine,
Ride, ride, ride, [C] ride to La Gaudine.
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The old men were waiting, [C] and they were fifty to our plan,
_ [Bb] They were easily outnumbered [C] by his wonderful [D] squad,
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[F] As the darkness was falling, _ they were soon to [C] realize,
_ [Bb] We were going to leave them [C] of their battle [Dm]-sacred lives,
We [Bb] were going [F] to leave them [C] of their battle [F]-sacred lives. _ _
_ _ _ They could wait [G]
no more,
_ [Bb] In the burning sands on [F] the right to La [Gm] Gaudine,
Ride, ride, ride, ride to [G] La Gaudine.
The dogs of war,
_ For the [Bb] future of this land on the [F] right to La Gaudine,
Ride, ride, ride, ride to La Gaudine.
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So in the morning,
_ Grasa Blanca [G] blew the waves,
[F] On the endless [C] margin, through the years, [G] we'd never [Am] catch,
_ [E] _ [C] O'Hara and Morocco,
_ We had taken up [G] our guns,
For [F] the ashes of [C] our fathers and [G] the children of [Am] our sons,
For [F] the ashes of [C] our fathers_ _ _