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Yodelling Song

Tanita Tikaram
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 The first time  you stole flowers  from the grave
 Then, the second time,  you shaved your head,  you had been saved
 By the very friendly, Jesus man
 And all he said,  "Well, I'm your brother, man"
 (Same chords for the rest of the song...)
 In the winter time you - you wore patch-work hard-me-downs
 In the summer time - you were all bronzed, while I was brown
 And they didn't ask you where you got the candy
 No, they didn't ask you where you got the tan
 In the morning time - we played travels in the sea
 In the evening time - we had reduced the sea to me
 But your mother saved us - from your daddy's hand
 Yeah - your mother saved us - from your daddy's hand
 From your daddy
 From your daddy
 With my adult mind -
 You know my body feels so strange
 If they'd only sign away my life to me
 I could be much saner
 If they'd only learn to let me
 Freedom seek
 The world would be less mean
 But they never know - how to let you go
 But they never know - how to leace me
 Yodel - ee
 Yod - el - ee

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Readable chord sheet for Yodelling Song by Tanita Tikaram

The first [D7]time you stole [C]flowers from the [G]grave
Then, the second [D7]time, you shaved your [C]head, you had been [G]saved
By the very [C]friendly, [D]Jesus [G]man
And all he [C]said, "Well, I'm your [D]brother, [G]man"

(Same chords for the rest of the song...)

In the winter time you - you wore patch-work hard-me-downs
In the summer time - you were all bronzed, while I was brown
And they didn't ask you where you got the candy
No, they didn't ask you where you got the tan

In the morning time - we played travels in the sea
In the evening time - we had reduced the sea to me
But your mother saved us - from your daddy's hand
Yeah - your mother saved us - from your daddy's hand
From your daddy
From your daddy

With my adult mind -
You know my body feels so strange
If they'd only sign away my life to me
I could be much saner
If they'd only learn to let me
Freedom seek
The world would be less mean
But they never know - how to let you go
But they never know - how to leace me

Yodel - ee
Yod - el - ee

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