San Tropez

	  		Intro: 
(Key of G) 

D7 


Verse 1: 

          Gmaj7 
   As I reach for a peach slide a ride down behind 
                       Gm6 
   the sofa in San Tropez 
     Gmaj7 
   Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand 
                                          Gm6 
   riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan 


     G7                                         
   Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness 
      A7 
   scratched by the sand that fell from our love 
    C7 
   deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling 
   D 
   If you're alone I'll come ho.. ho.. home
 


Verse 2: 

    Gmaj7                                             
   Backwards and home-bound the pigeon, the dove 
    Gm6 
   gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane 
   Gmaj7                              
   owning a home with no silver spoon 
         Gm6 
   I'm drinking champagne like a big tycoon 


Chorus: 

   Sooner than wait for a break in the weather  
   I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together 
   Speeding away on a wind to a new day 
   If you're alone I'll come  ho.. ho.. home 


Solo: 
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Verse 3: 

   And a pause for a while by a country stile 
   and listen to things they say. 
   Digging for gold with a hoe in my hand 
   hoping they'll take a look at the way things stand 


Chorus: 

   Would you lead me down to the place by the sea? 
   I hear your soft voice calling to me. 
   Making a date for later by phone. 
   If you're alone  I'll come  ho.. ho.. home 


{Piano Solo} 


End: 

Gmaj7   Gm6