On the Road to Mandalay

By the old Moulmein Pagoda lookin´ eastward to the sea
There´s a Burma broad a´settin´ and I know she thinks of me
For the wind is in those palm trees and the temple bells, they say
"Come you back, you British soldier"
"Come you back to [C7]Mandalay"
"Come you [A7back to [C7]Mandalay"

"Come you [A7back to [C7]Mandalay where the old flotilla lay"
"Can´t ya hear their paddles chunkin´ from Rangoon [C7]to [C7]Mandalay?"
On the ɾoad to [C7]Mandalay where the flyin´ fishes play
And the dawn comes up like [F]thunder out of China ´cross the bay

Ship me somewhere east of Suez where the best is like [F]the worst
Where there ain´t no Ten Commandments and [Bm]a cat can ɾaise a thirst
´cause those crazy bells are callin´ and [Bm]it´s there that I would be
By the old Moulmein Pagoda lookin´ lazy at the sea
Lookin´ lazy at the sea

"Come you [A7back to [C7]Mandalay where the old flotilla lay"
"Can´t ya hear their paddles chunkin´ from Rangoon [C7]to [C7]Mandalay?"
On the ɾoad to [C7]Mandalay where the flyin´ fishes play
And the dawn comes up like [F]thunder...