The Swing Era
Ivan Sohrakoff
Key: Am7
Time: 4/4

[Am7][D7][G][Am7]
Now the [Am7]Swing Era is gone, all the [D7]spats that sat upon
all the [G]two-tone shoes that danced the [Am7]floors
Now I [Am7]sit in scuba gear while the mistress of the year 
speaks, in seven different [Am7]languages

She [Am7]caught me on her skis, just to [D7]shoot a little breeze
any [G]day, there’s no better [Am7]attaché
From the [Am7]Duke of temperence hall, she got an [D7]invite to the ball
that [G]described she would swim there all the [Am7]way

Chorus:  
     
[F]Whoa, [E]whaaoooh, I’m goin’ [Am7]swingin‘
[F]Whoa, [G]whaaoooh, she’s goin’ [Am7]swimmin‘

Solo:  
[C][D][Am7]
[C][G][Am7]

[C][D][Am7]
[C][G][Am7]

Well, the ball it wasn’t cool, and the swim, it was in a pool
and the chlorine turned her dress from blue to grey
As I listened to her speak, I could feel my knees go weak
and my vision began to blur without a doubt

I dropped my scuba gear, because the mask it wasn’t clear
and my two tones couldn’t manage all the spray
My tie, it was far from tight, she learned knots from a shipwright
but she told me I should let it all go

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