Back In The U.S.S.R. Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

E E7

FAlew in from Miami Beach B. DO. A. C.

DCidn't get to bed last niDght

AOn the way the paperback was Don my knee

MCan I had a dreadful fliDght

I'm back in the U.S.S.AR.

CYou don't know how lucky you aDre boy

Back in the U.S.S.AR. D D♯ E

BAeen away so long I hardly kDnew the place

GCee it's good to be back hoDme

LeAave it till tomorrow to unpDack my case

HoCney disconnect the phDone

I'm back in the U.S.S.AR.

CYou don't know how lucky you aDre boy

Gadd9Back in the U.S.

Back in the U.S.

Back in the U.SA.S.R.

Well the UkrDaine girls really knock me out

They leAave the West behind

And MosDcow D/C♯girls make me D/Csing and sD/Bhout

That GeEogia's always on my mi mi Dmi mi mi mi miAnd D D♯ [EOh come on!]

Solo

A D

I'm back in the U.S.S.AR.

YCou don't know how lucky you aDre boy

Back in the U.S.S.AR.

Well the UkrDaine girls really knock me out

They leAave the West behind

And MosDcow D/C♯girls make me D/Csing and sD/Bhout

That GeEogia's always on my mi mi Dmi mi mi mi miAnd D D♯ E

Oh, sAhow me 'round your snow-peaked mountains wDay down south

TCake me to your daddy's fDarm

LAet me hear your balalaikais rinDging out

CCome and keep your comrade wDarm

I'm back in the U.S.S.AR.

YCou don't know how lucky you aDre boy

Back in the U.S.S.AR. D D♯ E A

Gadd9

Subject: CRD: Back in the USSR - Beatles

BACK IN THE USSR

The Beatles

Riff

FAlew in from Miami Beach B.O.DA.C., didn'tC get to bed last night D

OAn the way a paper bag wasD on my knee, man CI had a dreadful fligDht

Chorus

DI'm back in the USSR A

CYou don't know how lucky you are, Dboy

DBack in the USSR A D D♯ E

BD/Eack in the US, baG/Eck in the US, back in the USSR

Bridge

A Well the UkDraine girls really knock me out

TAhey leave the west behind

D

F♯m

AC♯nd Moscow gAm/Cirls make me sinB7g and shout

TE7hat Georgia's always on my-mi-D7mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-minAd

Been away so long I hardly knew the place,

Gee it's good to be back home

Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case,

Honey disconnect the phone

Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south,

take me to your daddy's farm

Let me hear you balalaikas ringing out,

come and keep your comrade warm

F♯m

Peace, love, and soul,

Paul Zimmerman