Em
OK, I sing in english;          
C          G
OK, I can speak french.         
        Am
And maybe if you see me,                
          Em
you could think I'm from Paris.         

Em
They've been in a hurricane,            
C          G
they've been in a hurricane.            
         Am
People don't know were they come from;                  
              Em
So how could they know were they go?                    

Em
This is a folk guitar,                  
C      G
this is a folk guitar.                  
     Am
But this ain't no european                      
         Em
goose that rolls behind me.                     

Em
Cal it african folk,                    
       G
call it gnawa blues.            
       Am
It is just rock'n'roll          
         Em
sung by a moroccan soul.                

Em
Call it chaabi funk,            
       G
call it haytta jazz.            
       Am
It is just hayha music,         
          Em
coming from deep of our souls.          

Em
Don't call it world music;              
C         G
no no no no no world music.             
     Am
I don't know how to call it;            
             Em
it's just the music of my world.