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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