"POPA" / GERD RUBE (Written by Gerd Rube & Paul E. Harrison) -------------------------------------------------------- G I come home in the dead of the night Am7 D 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 -------------------------------------------------------- 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 -------------------------------------------------------- Ref: Popa can you hold me... -------------------------------------------------------- Then from the corner like a ray of the light A small voice sayin' yet so clear and bright -------------------------------------------------------- Ref: Popa can you hold me... -------------------------------------------------------- Bridge: C G C Popa let me tell you of a dream i had G C It was late at night and you were hopin' mad G D 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? -------------------------------------------------------- Ref: Popa can you hold me... -------------------------------------------------------- © ® 1990, Copyright by Gerd Rube & White Eagle Music