this is a simple and groovy song . here’s how i play it .

F Dm

( pause ) F
here i sleep the morning through
Dm
’til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me
F
and there ain’t nothing at all to do but rise and follow
Dm
the day wherever it takes me

F
i stand at the window and i look at the sea
Dm
and i Am what i Am , and what will be will be
F
i stand at the window and i look at the sea
Dm
and i make me a pot of opium tea

( p a u s E ) F
down at the port i watch the boats come in
Dm
watch the boats come in can do something to you
F
and the kids gather around with an outstretched hand
Dm
and i toss them a dirham or two

F
well , i wonder if my children are thinking of me
Dm
cause i Am what i Am , and what will be will be
F
i wonder if my kids are thinking of me
Dm
and i smile and i sip my opium tea

( pause ) F
at night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts
Dm
and the shapes of hooded men who pass me
F
and the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs
Dm
the strange luck that fate has cast me

F
well , the cats on the rampart sing merrily
Dm
that he is what he is and what will be will be
F
yeah , the cats on the rampart sing merrily
Dm
and i sit and i drink of my opium tea

F
i’m a prisoner here , i can never go home
Dm
there is nothing here to win or lose
F
there are no choices needed to be made at all
Dm
not even the choice of having to choose

F
well , i’m a prisoner here , yes , but i’m also free
Dm
cause i Am what i Am and what will be will be
F
i’m a prisoner here , yeah , but i’m also free
Dm
and i smile and i sip my opium tea .

someone should figure out the melody bit , the part the organ plays after the choruses .
figure it out then post it , that’d be nifty .