L.A. International Airport
G ~
G
1. Standing in that silent hall, waitin' for
that final call,
D
says
he doesn't love me anymore,
shakin' hands, I pack a bag, tremblin'
voice, I call a cab,
G
slowly
I start walkin' through the door.
G Em
G Em
The cab arrives, he blows his
horn, I stumble out in the early morn',
G
D
tell
him of the place I've got to go,
hit a
hundred signal lights, Peterbilts in a traffic fight,
G
gettin' to these doors has been so slow. - - -
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L.A. International Airport, where
the big jet engines roar.
D - D7 G
L.A. International Airport,
I won't see him anymore.
G
2. Stewardess in a mini-skirt, hippie in a leather shirt,
D
starlet
on her way to Naples, Rome,
while
I'm wonderin' where it's at, I see a Paris diplomat,
G
college
kids are tryin' to get back home.
G Em G Em
Baggage car goes quickly by, see
my case and I start to cry,
G D
stumble
to the lounge to be alone,
and
while I'm tryin' to get some rest, I bite my lips and
try my best,
G
to
fight the pain that's makin' me leave home.
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- D G
L.A. International Airport,
where the big jet engines roar.
D - D7 G
L.A. International Airport,
I won't see him anymore.
(orig. moves up a full note
to capo 5th here)
G
3. With Silver wings across the sky, vapor
trails that wave goodbye,
D
to
those below who've got to stay at home,
I wish that I had flown at
night, so I could take that Champagne flight,
G
rid
myself of every tear I own.
G Em G Em
Soaring high above the heavens
in a seven-forty-seven,
G
D
fighting
back the tears that curse my eyes,
captain's
voice so loud and clear amplifies into my ear,
G
assuring
me I'm flying friendly skies.
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- D G
L.A. International Airport,
where the big jet engines roar.
D - D7 G
L.A. International Airport,
I won't see him anymore.
(orig. = capo 3rd) (Susan Raye)