L.A. International Airport    (video)

 

    G ~

 

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1. Standing in that silent hall, waitin' for that final call,

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    says he doesn't love me anymore,

 

    shakin' hands, I pack a bag, tremblin' voice, I call a cab,

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    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,

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    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,

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    starlet on her way to Naples, Rome,

 

    while I'm wonderin' where it's at, I see a Paris diplomat,

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    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,

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    to fight the pain that's makin' me leave home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

- - - - - - - - - - - -   C         - 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)

 

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3. With Silver wings across the sky, vapor trails that wave goodbye,

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    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,

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    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.

 

- - - - - - - - - - - -   C         - 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)