Got a song in my head
I can taste the color red
oh babe you’ve been gone
it is warm here in Saigon

oh you brothers
tell the sisters
and the mothers
and our dead fathers
though in war we are lovers
we kill for our dead… fathers

it is wrong what they do here
so we change the colour to blue
shed their blood red and warm
summer in Saigon
oh, my god
won’t you please

sayonara, Saigon
so long, everyone
sayonara, Saigon
so long, everyone

G-D

many cried in the west
for the brothers left back in the east
oh darling, please take me home
in arms of a man
I miss my wife, she understands
I’m dying lonesome

sayonara, Saigon
so long, everyone
sayonara, Saigon
so long, everyone

[G-C-G]
[C-D-D]
FAST PART

Got a song, in my head
I can taste the color red
oh babe now you’ve been gone
it is warm here in Saigon

remember me I fought for you
but what do you feel what do you do
jeez Louise my little one
I will never have your son

but it ain’t right, the things they do
so we change the color to blue
shed their blood, red and warm
summer in Saigon
oh my god
won’t you please

sayonara, Saigon
so long, everyone
sayonara, Saigon
so long, everyone

Daniel Seides

Fingerpicking:

e-|———————————————————————–|
B-|——3—–3—–7—–7—–3—–3—–3—–3———————-|
G-|——4—–4—–7—–7—–4—–4—–4—–4—–Repeat———–|
D-|———4———–7————————————————-|
A-|—2———–5—————–5———–5————————-|
E-|—————————3———–3——————————-|

Lyrics:

I spy with my little eye
To fall is connected to try
Did I – rara rara rye rye
Did I rara – dye rye

I spy with my little eye
To fall is connected to try
Did I – rara rara rye rye
Did I rara – dye rye

It’s a drag on a boat
And we’re lost at sea
Trying to find me
Some peace of mind,
But we, we lose it all
x2

Break: Bm D G Bm G Bm D G x2

I spy with my little eye
To fall is connected to try
Did I – rara rara rye rye
Did I rara – dye rye

It’s a drag on a boat
And we’re lost at sea
Trying to find me
Some peace of mind,
But we, we lose it all
x2

I spy with my little eye
To fall is connected to try
Did I – rara rara rye rye
Did I rara – dye rye

Bm D E string on third fret
I spy with my little eye, eye, eye, eye