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predohra:Ami, G, D, Ami AmI have often told you stories Gabout the way AmI lived a life of a drifter, Emwaiting for a day...
Am...when I´d take your hand Gand sing you songs, Amthen maybe you would say Em"Come, lay with me and love me," and I would surely Emstay.
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D, CBut I Dfeel I´m growing Amolder, Fand the Gsongs that I have Csung- -Eecho in the Amdistance, like the Gsound of a Cwindmill goin´ Fround... Em, Dm...I guess I´ll always Embe a soldier of Amfortune.
Many times I've been a traveller I looked for something new In days of old When nights were cold I wondered without you, But those days I thought my eyes, Had see you standing near, to blinders is confusing, It shows that you're not here. But I feel I´m growing older, and the songs that I have sung, echo in the distance, like the sound of a windmill goin´ round... ...I guess I´ll always be a soldier of fortune. Yeah, I can hear the sound Of a windmill goin' round I quess I'll always be A soldier of fortune
FI quess I'll always Embe A soldier of A4fortuAne...
Am, G, Am, G, Am, C, D, Am ;)