Far Far Away

Album: Slade In Flame (1974)
Charted: 2
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  • I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
    I've seen the bridges of the world and they're for real
    I've had a red light of the wrist
    Without me even gettin' kissed
    It still seems so unreal

    I've seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska
    I've seen the sunset in the east and in the west
    I've sang the glory that was Rome
    And passed the hound-dog singer's home
    It still seems for the best

    And I'm far, far away
    With my head up in the clouds
    And I'm far, far away
    With my feet down in the crowds
    Lettin' loose around the world
    But the call of home is loud
    Still is loud

    I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre
    And felt the silence hanging low in No-Man's-Land
    And all those spanish nights were fine
    It wasn't only from the wine
    It still seems all in hand

    And I'm far, far away
    With my head up in the clouds
    And I'm far, far away
    With my feet down in the crowds
    Lettin' loose around the world
    But the call of home is loud
    Still is loud

    I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
    The grand Bahama island stories carry on
    And all those arigato smiles
    Stay in your memory for a while
    There still seems more to come

    And I'm far, far away
    With my head up in the clouds
    And I'm far, far away
    With my feet down in the crowds
    Lettin' loose around the world
    But the call of home is loud
    Still is loud

    And I'm far, far away
    With my head up in the clouds
    And I'm far, far away
    With my feet down in the crowds
    And I'm far, far away
    But the sound of home is loud
    Still is loud Writer/s: JIM LEA, NEVILLE HOLDER
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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  • Jobster from UkLearned the words and the chords but have a job remembering red light off the wrist
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