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Deportee

Elvis Costello
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
In  the Arrivderci Roma  nightclub bar  and grill
Standing  in the fiberglass ruins
 Watching time stand still
All  your troubles you  confess
 To another  faceless backless  dress
Schnaps,  cianti, porter  and ouzo
Perond vodka, sambuca  I love  you so
 Deportee
There's  a tatty beauty talkin  in riddles
Rome  burns down  and every..body fiddles
 Deportee
 But a thousand  dollars won't buy  you a Yankee wife  unless
 There's a thousand  years of history  drowned in  this chaser glass
 And now  I wish that she  was mine
 I could  have been  a king  in  6/8 time
 Deportee
 Its a brittle  charm but she's had enough
 Still she wrote her name upon  his paper cuff
 And you don't  know where to start or where to stop
 All this pillow  talk is nothing more  than
 (on  string)
 Finally talking shop
When  I came  here tonight my pockets  were overflowing
 They took  my return ticket  without me even  knowing
 So I pray  to the saints and all  the maytrs
 For the secret  life of Frank  Sinarta
But  none of these things ever come to pass
 In America the  law is  a piece  of ass
 Deportee  So its
Schnaps,  cianti, porter  and ouzo
Perond vodka, sambuca  I love  you so
 Deportee Poor  Deportee  Deportee

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Readable chord sheet for Deportee by Elvis Costello

[C]In the Arrivderci [G]Roma nightclub [Am]bar and grill

[F]Standing in the fiberglass [C]ruins

Watching [G]time [F]stand [Bb]still

[C]All your troubles [G]you confess

To [G/B]another faceless [C]backless dress

[C]Schnaps, cianti, [G/B]porter and ouzo

[Am]Perond [Am/G]vodka, [Am/F#]sambuca I [D7]love you [F]so

Deport[C]ee

[G]There's a tatty beauty [G]talkin in riddles

[Am]Rome burns [Am/G]down and [Am/F#]every..[D7]body [F]fiddles

Deport[C]ee

But a [F]thousand dollars won't [C]buy you a Yankee [Dm]wife unless

There's a [F]thousand years of [C]history drowned [G]in this [F]chaser [Bb]glass

And [C]now I wish that [G]she was mine

I [Am]could have [Am/G]been a [Am/F#]king in[D7] 6/8 [F]time

Deport[C]ee
Its a [Am]brittle charm but she's [D]had [Am]enough

Still she wrote her name [D]upon his paper [G]cuff

And you [C]don't know where to start or where to [G]stop

All this [C]pillow talk is nothing [F7]more than

[D7]              [G]     [G/F]  [G/E]  [G/D]  (on [D] string)
Finally talking shop

[G]When I [C]came here tonight my [G]pockets were over[Am]flowing

They [F]took my return [C]ticket without me [G]ev[F]en k[Bb]nowing

So I [C]pray to the saints and [G]all the maytrs

For the [G/B]secret life of [C]Frank Sinarta

[C]But none of these things ever come to [F]pass

In [Am]America [Am/G]the law [Am/F#]is a p[D7]iece of [F]ass

Deport[C]ee  So its

[C]Schnaps, cianti, [G/B]porter and ouzo

[Am]Perond [Am/G]vodka, [Am/F#]sambuca I [D7]love you [F]so

Deport[C]ee   [F]Poor Deport[C]ee [F]  Deport[C]ee

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