This is a simple and groovy song. Here's how I play it.
[F] [Dm]
(pause) F
Here I sleep the morning through
'Til the wail of the call to pra[Dm]yer awakes me
And there ain't nothing at all to d[F]o but rise and follow
The day wherever it [Dm]takes me
[F]I stand at the window and I look at the sea
[Dm]And I am what I am, and what will be will be
[F]I stand at the window and I look at the sea
[Dm]And I make me a pot of opium tea
( p a u s e ) F
Down at the port I watch the boats come in
Watch the boats come in can do[Dm] something to you
And the kids gather around w[F]ith an outstretched hand
And I toss them a [Dm]dirham or two
[F]Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of me
[Dm]Cause I am what I am, and what will be will be
[F]I wonder if my kids are thinking of me
[Dm]And I smile and I sip my opium tea
(pause) F
At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts
And the shapes of hooded m[Dm]en who pass me
And the moan of the wind l[F]aughs and laughs and laughs
The strange luck that fate[Dm] has cast me
[F]Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
[Dm]That he is what he is and what will be will be
[F]Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
[Dm]And I sit and I drink of my opium tea
I'm a prisoner here, I can neve[F]r go home
There is nothing here to wi[Dm]n or lose
There are no choice[F]s needed to be made at all
Not even the choice of having to cho[Dm]ose
[F]Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free
[Dm]Cause I am what I am and what will be will be
[F]I'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also free
[Dm]And I smile and I sip my opium tea.
Someone should figure out the melody bit, the part the organ plays after the choruses.
Figure it out then post it, that'd be nifty.
[F] [Dm]
(pause) F
Here I sleep the morning through
'Til the wail of the call to pra[Dm]yer awakes me
And there ain't nothing at all to d[F]o but rise and follow
The day wherever it [Dm]takes me
[F]I stand at the window and I look at the sea
[Dm]And I am what I am, and what will be will be
[F]I stand at the window and I look at the sea
[Dm]And I make me a pot of opium tea
( p a u s e ) F
Down at the port I watch the boats come in
Watch the boats come in can do[Dm] something to you
And the kids gather around w[F]ith an outstretched hand
And I toss them a [Dm]dirham or two
[F]Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of me
[Dm]Cause I am what I am, and what will be will be
[F]I wonder if my kids are thinking of me
[Dm]And I smile and I sip my opium tea
(pause) F
At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts
And the shapes of hooded m[Dm]en who pass me
And the moan of the wind l[F]aughs and laughs and laughs
The strange luck that fate[Dm] has cast me
[F]Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
[Dm]That he is what he is and what will be will be
[F]Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
[Dm]And I sit and I drink of my opium tea
I'm a prisoner here, I can neve[F]r go home
There is nothing here to wi[Dm]n or lose
There are no choice[F]s needed to be made at all
Not even the choice of having to cho[Dm]ose
[F]Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free
[Dm]Cause I am what I am and what will be will be
[F]I'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also free
[Dm]And I smile and I sip my opium tea.
Someone should figure out the melody bit, the part the organ plays after the choruses.
Figure it out then post it, that'd be nifty.