Em
OK, I sing in english;
C G
OK, I can speak french.
Am
And maybe if you see me,
Em
you could think I'm from Paris.
Em
They've been in a hurricane,
C G
they've been in a hurricane.
Am
People don't know were they come from;
Em
So how could they know were they go?
Em
This is a folk guitar,
C G
this is a folk guitar.
Am
But this ain't no european
Em
goose that rolls behind me.
Em
Cal it african folk,
G
call it gnawa blues.
Am
It is just rock'n'roll
Em
sung by a moroccan soul.
Em
Call it chaabi funk,
G
call it haytta jazz.
Am
It is just hayha music,
Em
coming from deep of our souls.
Em
Don't call it world music;
C G
no no no no no world music.
Am
I don't know how to call it;
Em
it's just the music of my world.
