Chords for Wendy McNeill - In Bocca Al Lupo (Official Video)

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Damp air carried the [Ebm] smell of mustard [Bb] [Fm] cotton, _ _ [Bb] burnished _ [Bbm] _ _
red moon over [Eb] the brackish [Ebm] dark
[Fm] water, _ _ _ [Bb] whispered [Bbm] danger. _ _
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La Merica, won't you [Ebm] please, please, won't you be [Fm] a place that loves music [Bbm] and the man
that made me. _
_ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ [Fm] I wonder if he still [Bb] _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _
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_ gaskets [Ebm] and kidskin gusset, [Fm] I'm gleaming green, set [Bbm] in Circassian
walnut, he crafted me with love, [Ebm] I am his best [Fm] shot at getting out of the shipyards
and [B] starting his music [Bbm] shop.
Ah-hoo [Ebm]-ah-ho, _ [Bb] _ [Fm] _
_ boca [Bbm] el ho, _ _ ah-hoo [Ebm]-ah-ho, _ _ [Fm] _
_ flip [Bbm] him. _ _ _
I grew nervous, [Ebm] his touch grew rough, I [Fm] think it troubled him, but no one [Bbm] liked our melodies much.
The French swapper waltzes, [Ebm] the Irish jigs and reels, [Fm] a choppy sort of fusion [Bbm] was demanded
by the Cree.
He was such a [Ebm] brave man, with ice amber [Fm] thick black hair [Bb] and a [Bbm] barrel just as fragile, but
_ [Db] fortunato [Ebm] was his hand, even [F] the best accordion [Eb] can't save [Ab] an unlucky man.
[Bbm] La Merica, won't you [Ebm] please, please, won't you be [Fm] a place that loves music [Bbm] and the man
[Fm] that [Bbm] made me.
These stocks are a war zone, [Ebm] such _ ferocity, [Fm] I wish that we had never [Bbm] left, it's so silly. _
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Never had to [B] say goodbye from a [Fm] distance, knowing it was forever [Bb] in one sharp instant.
I [Bbm] slid out of his arms and [Ebm] crashed to the floor [F] as the cops burst through the party
and tore them in through the [Bb] back door. _
[Bbm] _ 300 Italians [Ebm] were rounded up that day, [Fm] as an officer was shot and an [Bb] accusation was made.
[Bbm] Some would say, [Ebm] he'd been a critic, [Fm] but a mob still insisted [Bbm] it was them that did it.
They broke into the prison [Eb] shed and someone will pay, [Fm]
my sweet neighbor [D] was a movie innocent.
I'm a little bit of a crybaby, but I'm a little bit [Bbm] of a crybaby.
I'm a little bit of a [Ebm] crybaby, but I'm a little bit of a crybaby.
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_ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ Merica, _ won't you [Ebm] please, please, won't you be [Fm] a place that loves music [Bbm] and the man
that made me?
These stocks are a war [Ebm] zone, such _ ferocity, [Fm] I wish that we had never [Bbm] left, it's so silly.
La Merica, won't you [Gb] please, please, won't you be [Fm] a place that loves music [Bbm] and the man
that made me?
These stocks are a war zone, [B] such _ [Bbm] ferocity. _
_ Let there be a new war. _ _ _
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