C: x32010F: 133211G: 320033C F G CF G F G CC F GC I walk down this brick road, ignoring the busloads, the sleepers are down for the countF G FG C And I'll never forget on the day that we met, or last night when we painted the townC F G We screamed and we ran the streets of old Amsterdam, looking for pay phones to callF G FG C Yeah but none of our loved ones could quite understand, sometimes we just live for the fallC F GC And I've been to Holland and I've been to New York, and I've seen the Golden Gate BridgeF G FG C And I've done the things my parents have dreamed, I ain't never seen nothing like thisC F GC She came to A from the red Georgia clay, and I loved her right from the startF G FC And she took my eye, like a thief in the night, I know she'd stolen my heartC F GC She knows that I love her, she knows that I miss her, I wish she was standing right hereF G FG C At the end of each day I lay down and pray for just one chance to see her again (chorus)C FC Well I looked to my right, there's a man on a bike, he says the sun has been hiding two daysF G FG C And if I missed you more I would have blown the door but I can't find the door anywaysC F GC And I don't speak the language, and all of the anguish it causes me to ask twiceF GG C I don't know much, I know that I love the Dutch, 'cause they don't have to try to be nice
Ive Been To Holland
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