Am Dm We made the scene C Bm Am At the real El Rey Dm G Or so they say C Bm F So many claimed to be king C G C I’m going back to Manchester, England Dm A Dm I’m gonna learn me to sing C7 F C But I’ll beware out there Dm C A# On the English moor F C# C F Where so many claim to be king A# F I’m gonna be the king F A# F I’m going down there to Globe-Miami F A# G# G I’m going up on the heaps, the heaps of slag F A# Dm C A# 'cause a bottle of cold Bohemia F C# C F That’s the best water I ever had I'm going back to Manchester, England I'm gonna learn me to sing But I'll beware out there On the English moor Where so many claim to be king I'm going down there to Globe-Miami I'm going up on the heaps of slag 'Cause a bottle of cold Bohemia That's the best water I ever had | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am A# C C# C7 Dm F G G# Bm |