Biography:
John Edmund Andrew Phillips (August 30, 1935 – March 18, 2001), was an American singer, guitarist, and songwriter. Known as Papa John, Phillips was a member and leader of the singing group The Mamas & the Papas.
Phillips was born in Parris Island, South Carolina. His father was a retired United States Marine Corps officer who won an Oklahoma bar from another Marine in a poker game on the way home from France after World War I. His mother was a Cherokee Native his father met in Oklahoma.
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Cup of Tea
Am Dm G C
Invisible company, a house of smoke and stale perfume
Am Dm G C
She makes her seventh cup of tea, I stalk desperately from room to room
Am Dm G C
Like two strangers on a train, neither one will hardly speak
Am Dm G C C7
I dreamt a dream of old Havana, she played the blues upon my grand piano
Chorus:
F G C G Am Dm A7
You skyjack my soul, hijack my screams, kidnap my baby, so handsome
F G C G Am
You’ve stolen my bank (?) million dollar dreams
Dm G C
Demanding my life as your ransom
Stamped her foot, clinched her fist, closed her face and slashed her wrist
I pretend (?), the little (?) bee around my lotus
Which that we could travel more, life’s become a bloody bore
It would be so nice to everyone, we’ve never been on holiday
Chorus
Little sailor lost in space, navigating through the storms
How I hope that you will find a place where you can heel the scars
Chorus
by: José Duarte
[email protected]
Am Dm G C
Invisible company, a house of smoke and stale perfume
Am Dm G C
She makes her seventh cup of tea, I stalk desperately from room to room
Am Dm G C
Like two strangers on a train, neither one will hardly speak
Am Dm G C C7
I dreamt a dream of old Havana, she played the blues upon my grand piano
Chorus:
F G C G Am Dm A7
You skyjack my soul, hijack my screams, kidnap my baby, so handsome
F G C G Am
You’ve stolen my bank (?) million dollar dreams
Dm G C
Demanding my life as your ransom
Stamped her foot, clinched her fist, closed her face and slashed her wrist
I pretend (?), the little (?) bee around my lotus
Which that we could travel more, life’s become a bloody bore
It would be so nice to everyone, we’ve never been on holiday
Chorus
Little sailor lost in space, navigating through the storms
How I hope that you will find a place where you can heel the scars
Chorus
by: José Duarte
[email protected]
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