"POPA" / GERD RUBE 
(Written by Gerd Rube & Paul E. Harrison)
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I come home in the dead of the night
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Beerleafs, burning, swaing left and right
Sneak past my sons room he's my pride and joy
A mirrorimage of me as a boy
So i look in don't turn on the light
And a voice from nowhere says so clear and bright
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Ref: 
C            D       C         D         C
Popa can you hold me, hey popa where you been
C       D              C        C/D     G
Is that you there popa, oh popa hold me tight

In the morning throw my thick head
There's a pain that's ragin and i wish i were dead
I look at my woman, and think you're such a fool
She's got no more interest, you're just a snap-on-tool
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Ref: 
Popa can you hold me...
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Then from the corner like a ray of the light
A small voice sayin' yet so clear and bright
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Ref: 
Popa can you hold me...
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Bridge: 
C           G                     C
Popa let me tell you of a dream i had
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It was late at night and you were hopin' mad
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I dreamed you were hittin' momy and makin her sad

Popa I know you couldn't act that way
But in the morning that dream don't go away
Popa why you look that way? Am I being bad?
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Ref: 
Popa can you hold me...
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  1990, Copyright by Gerd Rube & White Eagle Music    

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