"Twenty Six Miles" by Glen Larson & Bruce Belland
Chorus:
[C]Twenty-six [Am7]miles
across [Dm7] the [G]sea,
[C]Santa Cata[Am7]lina
is a-[F]waitin' for [G]me
[C]Santa Cata[Am7]lina,
the [Dm7]island [G]of
ro[C]mance,
Ro[Am7]mance, ro[Dm7]mance,
ro[G]mance.
[C]Water all a[Am7]round
it [Dm7]every[G]where
[C]Tropical [Am7]trees
and the [Dm7]salty [G]air,
[C]But for [Am7]me
the [Dm7]thing that's a-[G]waitin'
[C]there's ro[Dm7]mance.
[C] [C7]
Verse 1:
[Dm7]It seems so [G]distant,
twenty-[C]six miles a[Am]way,
[F]Restin' in the [G]water
se[C]rene
I'd [Dm7]work for any[G]one,
[C]even the [Am7]Navy,
[Am7]Who would [Dm+7]float
me to my [Dm7]island [G]dream.
[C]Twenty-six [Am7]miles,
so [Dm7]near yet [G]far
[C]I'd swim with just some [Am7]water-wings
and [Dm7]my gui[G]tar
[C]I could leave the [Am7]wings
but I'll [Dm7]need the gui[G]tar
for ro[C]mance
Ro[Am7]mance, ro[Dm7]mance,
ro[G]mance.
Chorus
Verse 2:
[Dm7]A tropical [G]heaven
out [C]the o[Am]cean,
[F]Covered with [G]trees
and [C]girls
[Dm7]If I have to [G]swim,
I'll [C]do it [Am7]forever
[Am7]Till I'm [Dm+7]gazin'
on [Dm7]island [G]pearls.
[C]Forty kilo[Am7]meters
in a [Dm7]leaky old [G]boat,
[C]Any old [Am7]thing
that'll [Dm7]stay a[G]float
[C]When we ar[Am7]rive
we'll [Dm7]all pro[G]mote
ro[C]mance,
Ro[Am7]mance, ro[Dm7]mance,
ro[G]mance.
Chorus
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