Opium Tea

this is a simple and groovy song . here’s how i play it . F Dm ( pause ) F here i sleep the morning through Dm ’til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me F and there ain’t nothing at all to do but rise and follow Dm the day wherever it takes me F i stand at the window and i look at the sea Dm and i Am what i Am , and what will be will be F i stand at the window and i look at the sea Dm and i make me a pot of opium tea ( p a u s E ) F down at the port i watch the boats come in Dm watch the boats come in can do something to you F and the kids gather around with an outstretched hand Dm and i toss them a dirham or two F well , i wonder if my children are thinking of me Dm cause i Am what i Am , and what will be will be F i wonder if my kids are thinking of me Dm and i smile and i sip my opium tea ( pause ) F at night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts Dm and the shapes of hooded men who pass me F and the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs Dm the strange luck that fate has cast me F well , the cats on the rampart sing merrily Dm that he is what he is and what will be will be F yeah , the cats on the rampart sing merrily Dm and i sit and i drink of my opium tea F i’m a prisoner here , i can never go home Dm there is nothing here to win or lose F there are no choices needed to be made at all Dm not even the choice of having to choose F well , i’m a prisoner here , yes , but i’m also free Dm cause i Am what i Am and what will be will be F i’m a prisoner here , yeah , but i’m also free Dm and i smile and i sip my opium tea . someone should figure out the melody bit , the part the organ plays after the choruses . figure it out then post it , that’d be nifty .