Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a land - slide, no escape from re - ality.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, because I'm
easy come, easy go, little high, little low.
EbBb/D C#o F/CFBb
Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to__ me.
Mama just killed a man, put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gone and
thrown it all a - way.
Mama, ooh didn't mean to make you cry.
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, car - ry on, car - ry on
AbmEbAbEb Ebo Fm7Bb
as if nothing really matters.
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,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Bb/D | Cm | Fm | Bb7EbGm/D | Cm | Fm | DbDb/BBbmVerse 3
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?
Thunderbolt and lightning very, very fright'ning me.
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo - Figaro, Magnifico___.
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.
Spare him his life from this mon - stros - i - ty.
AbEb/G F#o Fm7BBbABbBBbABbEb
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bis - mil - lah!
No, we will not let you go. - Let him go! Bismillah!
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.
BmADDbGbBbEb (No chords)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh mama mia, mama mia,
Mama mia, let me go. Be - el - ze - bub has a devil put aside for me,
for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby.
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
(slowly, a tempo)
Nothing really matters, anyone can see.
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me.
Eb Ebo Bb/DBbm/DbC7C7-9 C7FBbF Abo Gm7
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.