Chords for I Am I, Don Quixote

[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ I shall impersonate a man, _ _
[C] _ _ [D] _ _ however, _ enter into my imagination and see him.
_ _ His name, _ Alonso Quijano, _ _ country squire, _ no longer young.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Bony, _ _ [D] _
hollow-faced, _ _ eyes that burned with fire of inner vision. _ _ _
Being retired, _ he has much time for books.
_ He studies them from morn to night and often through the night as well.
_ _ [Ab] Everything [Bm] he reads impresses him, _ [D] fills him with indignation and plans murderous ways toward man.
_ _ He grooves, _ _ _ broods, and broods. _
_ Finally, _ _ somewhat grooning _ his brain's triumph, _ _ _ he lays down the melancholy burden of sanity
[Bb] _ _ [C] [Dm] and sees the strangest project ever imagined.
_ [C] _ [Bb] He becomes [C] a night [Dm] heretic, [C] sailing [Dm] forth into the [C] world [Dm] to write [C] all the laws.
[Dm] _ No longer shall he be played, Alonso Quijano.
[C] [Dm] A [C] dauntless [Dm] knight, now restored to your day, _ _ Yelamantza!
_ Hear [Bb] me now, thou thief [Gm] and _ _ [Bb] unbearable woe, [Dm] thou odd face and debauchess [Gm] and _ _ [A] _ gaiety.
[Dm] And a knight with his [E] [Gm] manners all _ gravely untrue now hurls down [F] his bloodlet [Em] to [A] _ thee.
_ [C] I [D] am I, Don Quixote, the lord of love and [A] show.
[Bm] I'm death, [Gbm] and he called, and [A] I'm old.
_ [Bb] And [Dm] though I am winter fortune, chill, _ carry me onward, for [C] when will [F] so ever?
When will _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _ [C] [Dm] so ever?
Then _ so ever they _ flow, _ _ _ [F] _ onward [Am] to glory [Bb] I _ go. _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] I'm Sancho, [D] yes, _ I'm [A] Sancho.
[Bm] I'll follow [Gbm] my master [A] _
till the end.
_ [Dm] _ _
I'll tell all the world proudly.
_ _ [G] I'm [F] his choir, _
[Dm] _ I'm his breath. _ _
[C] _ [Dm] _ _ _ Hear me, _ heathens and [Gm] wizards and serpents [Dm] and stiff, for your deaths are steadily moving [Gm] some _ [A] masters.
[Dm] For the hope in death [Gm] is now [Dm] moving in, [Bb] and virtue [F] shall triumph [Em] at _ [A] last. _ _
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[Dm] _ _ _ I [D] am I, _ Don Quixote, the lord of love and show.
[Bm] I'm death, and [Gbm] he called, and [A] I'm old.
And [Dm] though I am winter fortune, chill, carry me onward, for [C] when [F] will so ever?
[Dm] When will _ _ _ _ _ _ so ever?
Then so _ _ [F] ever they flow, onward [Am] to glory [Dm] I _ _ go. _ _
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