Intro:
IG6s this the real life? A7Is this just fantasy?
D7Caught in a landslide, no Gescape from reality
EmOpen your eyes, look uG7p to the skies and seCe
IAm’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low

Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me

GMama, just kEmilled a man
AmPut a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he’s deaDd
GMama, life had jEmust begun
But nowC I’ve gone and thrown it all awayD 
CMama, ooAmh, didn’t Dmmean to make you cry
If IF’m not back again thGis time tomorrowC 
Carry oGn, carry oAmn as if nothinFg really mattersC 

ToGo late, my timEme has come
Sends shiverCs down my spinAme, body’s achingC all the timDe
GoodbyGe, everybody, I’ve goEmt to go
Gotta leaveC you all behind and face the trutDh
MGama, ooEmh, (any way the wind blows)
IC don’t want to dAmie
I sometimeGs wish I’d neveG7r been born at allC 

Solo: C G Am Dm G C G Am Dm F

BI A#see a lAittle sA#ilhouetto of a Bman
ScF#aramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
TA#hunderbolt and lD#ightning, veryE, very fFright’ning mF#e 

(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo. Galileo figaro magnifico
G#I’m jGust a pF#oor Gboy, G#noboGdy lF#oves Gme
HFe’s juEst a pooD#r boEy froFm a pooEr familyD#   Am  
SAmpare him his lifGe from this mBonstrosiGty
EasG#y coGme, F#easy Ggo, wG#ill you leGt meF# go?
BCismillah! No, Gwe will noCt leFt yCouG go
(CLet him go!) BisCmillah! GWe wCill not Flet Cyou go
(CLet him go!) BiCsmillah! GWe wiCll not leFt yCou go
(Let meC go.) WiCll Gnot lFet yCou go
(Let me Cgo.) WiCll nGot leFt yCou go. (Let me goC.) Ah
NGmo, Gno, nDo, nGo, Cno, no, no

(Oh mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go
BeeClzeFbub has Am dB7evil putEm aside for meG, forG7 me, for mGe!

Interlude: C D

SDmo you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?   C7  
SoDm you think you can love me and leave me to die?  F 
OhDm, bGaby, cDman’t do this to me, baGby!
JuFst gotta get oGut, jFust gotta get righGt outta hereC!

Outro:
NoFthing really mGatters, Fanyone can sGee
NFothing really matFmters
NoFthing really matGters to meC 

Any way the wind blows