"Sister Fatima" by Don McLean
From "American Pie"
Copyright © 1980 Liberty Records
Transcribed by T-rev http://www.t-rev.net
Tune drop-D (DADGBE)
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0x0775 D } intro - "the spirit of fatima..."
0x0655 Dmaj9
0x0575 D7
0x0655 Dmaj9
222000 Em } "Sister Fatima has God-given powers..."
x13131 Bb7
000230 Dsus9
000232 D
x24232 Bm7 } "...palace, come and be healed"
220130 E7
x02030 A7sus4
x02020 A7
x02000 A9
x02020 A7
5x543x G } "...I came from nowhere..."
4x423x D/F#
2xx000 Em
000232 D
x24232 Bm7 } "My future was dim..."
x02010 Am7
x24232 Bm7
5x000x G
x02030 A7sus4
x02020 A7
SOLO:
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xx3210 Fmaj7 } "I'm a servant of fate..."
xx5343 D#/G
x5333x Bb/D } "...all things are known..."
x433xx Bbm/C#
3332xx F
0x021x D7 } "For five dollars..."
5x00xx G
x07500 Amadd9
Transcribed 5/1/2000 by T-rev
More tab available at http://www.t-rev.net
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The spirit of Fatima still rules the Earth
She knows your future, she knows what it's worth
Sister Fatima has God-given powers
And on 42nd Street a shop that sells flowers
Is her palace, come and be healed
She knows all your business, your health and your ills
She'll counsel your weddings, divorces and wills
For full restoration five dollars an hour
And with each consultation a free holy flower
And if she likes you, well you can have two
And I came from nowhere like you and your friend
My searching and wandering went on without end
My future was dim, my spirit was crushed
In one sacred moment my questions were hushed
SOLO
I'm a servant of fate in this garden of truth
A humble recruit of the taffeta booth
Where all things are known but few are revealed
Sins are forgotten and sickness is healed
For five dollars the flower is free
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