Tom: Am
Introdução: Am Dm Am E7
Am
I'm going down south, away from this freezing cold
Dm
To the coconut trees and the warm winds of may
Am
I'll get there in time to watch the violent sea fold
E7
Or catch the apostles relics on full display
Am
Cinnamon and pepper wafting through the air
Dm
Communist posters tied from the trees
Am
I'll tie a ribbon in your pretty brown hair
E7
You won't need any more guarantees
F C
And Rosalie she's standing in a white silk dress
Em Am
She's laughing at me but trying not to let it show
G/Am F C
Em Am E7
She's calling me now and I must go
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Am
Mothers here do things their own way
Dm
No time to kill, no love to spare
Am
But the daughters are lovely like a spring bouquet
E7
They don't need a reason to care
Am
The lone trumpeter plays a haunting tune
Dm
As the church goers say amen
Am
I'm standing outside playing with my harpoon
E7
As the fishing nets they come up empty yet again
Am
There's a lady by the beach with her heirloom eyes
Dm
She's selling beads out of a one room store
Am
I watch her talk as she's robbing me blind
E7
But I'm not complaining that's what I'm here for
F C
And Rosalie she's sitting on her fathers' boat
Em Am
She tells me there's something magical below
G/Am F C
Em Am E7
But she's calling me now and I must go
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Am
Many a sailor has sailed this coast
Dm
For which many others paid the price
Am
Just to drink Madeira wine on this here eastern post
E7
Four hundred years later I hope they're satisfied
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Am
Cobblestone roads are filled with the faithful
Dm
As the setting sun turns the sky to blue
Am
And the prophesier, he's saying something distasteful
E7
But I don't care, I'm heading towards something brand new
F C
And Rosalie she's got a crucifix around her neck
Em Am
And from I can tell, an effervescent glow
F C
I don't know where she's taking me this time or whether I'm even coming back
Em Am E7
But she's calling me now and I must go
Am Dm Am E7
Am