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                                                                    From: wvaughan@magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu (William Vaughan)Subject: CRD`s Elvis Costello - Deportee (acoustic)Deportee (acoustic)Elvis CostelloFrom the "Goodbye Cruel World" Ryko reissueC                 G              AmIn the Arrivderci Roma nightclub bar and grillF                          CStanding in the fiberglass ruins         G    F     BbWatching time stand stillC                 GAll your troubles you confess   G/B              CTo another faceless backless dressC                G/BSchnaps, cianti, porter and ouzoAm     Am/G   Am/F     D7       FPerond vodka, sambuca I love you so      C DeporteeG                      GThere`s a tatty beauty talkin in riddlesAm         Am/G     Am/F  D7   FRome burns down and every..body fiddles      CDeportee      F                      C                DmBut a thousand dollars won`t buy you a Yankee wife unless          F                 C               G       F      BbThere`s a thousand years of history drowned in this chaser glass    C               G      And now I wish that she was mine  Am         Am/G   Am/F  D7   FI could have been a king in 6/8 time      CDeportee      Am                      D   AmIts a brittle charm but she`s had enough                         D              GStill she wrote her name upon his paper cuff        C                                     GAnd you don`t know where to start or where to stop         C                      F7All this pillow talk is nothing more thanD7              G     G/F  G/E  G/D  (on D string)Finally talking shopG      C                    G                AmWhen I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing     F              C                 G F   BbThey took my return ticket without me even knowing     C                      GSo I pray to the saints and all the maytrs        G/B            CFor the secret life of Frank SinartaC                                     FBut none of these things ever come to pass   Am      Am/G    Am/F D7      FIn America the law is a piece of ass      CDeportee  So itsC                G/BSchnaps, cianti, porter and ouzoAm     Am/G   Am/F     D7       FPerond vodka, sambuca I love you so      C    F          C  F       CDeportee   Poor Deportee   Deportee