Arabian Nights

Am B Bb Am Oh, I come from a land, from a faraway place where the caravan camels roam. Cm D E7 Am Where they cut off your ear if they don’t like your face; It’s barbaric, but hey, it’s home. F7 Am F7 E7 When the wind’s from the east and the sun’s from the west and the sand in the glass is right. Am B E7 Am Come on down, stop on by, hop a carpet and fly to another Arabian night. Cm Am Cm Am Em Am Arabian nights like Arabian days more often than not are hotter than hot F7 E in a lotta good ways. Am Cm Am Cm Am Em7 Am E7 Arabian nights ‘neath Arabian moons, a fool off his guard could fall and Am fall hard out there on the dunes.