Nomadic Chronicle Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

CBack when I was young and cGrazy, as they say,

AmBut sure, I wForked pretty hard, yeah.

CStole some money from my mGom, and I hAmit the road to LeFningrad.

CI get stopped on the next traiGn stop, in tAmhe middle of ruraFl Ukraine.

CThis is how it's all bGegun,

AmAnd I will tell this story oFf a true rebellion.

CHoya hoGya hAmoya

FHoya paranoia.

(enough paranoia.)

Maybe I'm a man who is propelled,

Spinning circles of his doom.

Or maybe I'm just paranoid,

placed by the lord in this room.

And a bottle will always be my cover.

All of your eyebrows, will you please untie.

And if there's any room for a Roma,

What else is there left to romanticize?

Hoya, hoya, hoya

hoya paranoia

This is only when I'm drunk,

Or do I see things any clearly?

It's just like when one is dyslexic.

Whatever, I will stay discivil!

Hoya hoya hoya

hoya paranoia.

No ti dura.

(you're a dumb broad.)

Gogol Bordello. Unintelligible lyrics are unintelligible.