Intro
(slowly)
BbC7BbC7
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
F7CmF7BbCmBb
Caught in a land - slide, no escape from re - ality.
GmBb7Eb
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.
CmF7
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, because I'm
BBbABbBBbABb
easy come, easy go, little high, little low.
EbBb C#o FFBb
Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to__ me.
VerseBbGmCm
Mama just killed a man, put a gun against his head,
CmF
pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
BbGmCm
Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gone and
B+ EbFFm/Ab
thrown it all a - way.
EbBbCmFm
Mama, ooh didn't mean to make you cry.
BbEbBbCm
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, car - ry on, car - ry on
AbmEbAbEb Ebo FmBb
as if nothing really matters.
Verse 2:
Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine,
body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go, gotta leave you all
behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh I don't want to die,
BbEb
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
(4/4 beat)
Bb | Cm | Fm | Bb7EbGm | Cm | Fm | DbDbBbmVerse 3
(faster)
ADA Ao ADA Ao
I see a lit - tle sil - hou - et - to of a man.
ADADA Ao ADA
Scar - a - mouche, Scar - a - mouche, will you do the Fan - dan - go?
Db/AbAbCEA
Thunderbolt and lightning very, very fright'ning me.
No Chords
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo - Figaro, Magnifico___.
BBbABbBBbABb
I'm just a poor boy and no - bod - y loves me.
AbEb Ebo EbAbEb Ebo Eb
He's just a poor boy from a poor fam - i - ly.
AbEbFBb
Spare him his life from this mon - stros - i - ty.
AbEb F#o FmBBbABbBBbABbEb
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bis - mil - lah!
BbEb
No, we will not let you go. - Let him go! Bismillah!
BbEbBb
We will not let you go. - Let him go! Bismillah! We will not let you go. - Let me go.
Will not let you go. - Let me go. Will not let you go. - Let me go.
Gb7
Ahhhhhhhhh
BmADDbGbBbEb (No chords)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh mama mia, mama mia,
EbBbEbAbDGmBb
Mama mia, let me go. Be - el - ze - bub has a devil put aside for me,
for me, for me.
EbF7Bb7EbBbEbBbDb
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
Bb7EbBbEbAb
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
FmBbFmBb
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby.
FmBbFmBbEbBb7
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
(slowly, a tempo)
EbBbCmGCmG7CmBb7EbDGmAbEbCmGmCmGm
Nothing really matters, anyone can see.
CmAbmBbEbAb
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me.
Eb Ebo BbBbmC7C7-9 C7FBbF Abo Gm
Any - way the wind blows.
End on F
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.