Biography:
Koos Kombuis (born André le Roux du Toit, November 5, 1954) is a South African musician, singer, songwriter and writer who became famous as part of a group of anti-establishment maverick Afrikaans musicians, who, under the collective name of Voëlvry (literally "free as a bird" but also meaning "fugitive" or "outlawed"), toured campuses across South Africa in the 1980's, to "liberate Afrikaans from the shackles of it's past". Fellow musicians of this movement were Johannes Kerkorrel and Bernoldus Niemand (James Phillips).
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Song Title: Pockets of my Jeans
Artist: Koos Kombuis
Tabbed By: Alex B Broadway
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Intro:
G C D C x 3
G C D C
I saw you turn the other cheek and smile.
G C D C
I saw my father walk that lonely mile.
G C D C
I saw a girl with a guitar at the crack of dawn.
G C D C
I saw a beggar sitting in the cold with just an old Nirvana T-Shirt on.
G C D C x 2
G C D C
I saw the flames of Jupiter reach across the sky.
G C D C
I saw a preacher selling expensive lies, and didnt bother to ask him why.
G C D C
I saw four young men from nowhere change the world with yeah, yeah, yeah.
G C D C
I saw blood against the window of a florist shop somewhere.
G C D C x 2
Em
There's so many things I saw today, I don't know what do or say,
G D C
I'm scared of thinking what it means
Em
I just thought you'd like to see them too, so I bought these pictures home to you
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D C
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G C D C x 2
G C D C
I heard the winter's first and only snowflake fall.
G C D C
I heard the sound of rustling skirts like Degas sketches in a mall
G C D C
I heard the whisper of the traffic in a hubcap down on second beach.
G C D C
I heard the crying of discarded kids, somewhere desperately out of reach.
G C D C
I heard the bells of freedom chime for black South Africa
G C C D
I heard Americans talk like Americans, pretending to be Americans,
everywhere, even in America
Em
Theres so many things I heard today, I don't know what to do or say.
G D C
I'm scared of thinking what it means
Em
I just thought you'd like to hear them too, so I bought their soundtrack back
to you
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D C
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G C D C x 4
G C D C
I know the end is coming, and it doesnt matter when.
G C D C
I know the end is a beginning, it happens ever now and then.
G C D C
Worlds collide and tears explode.
G C D C
Our songs are S.O.S. percussion messages in Morse code
G C D C
I know the kids can hear me, there's nothing to explain
G C D C
I hear murmurs of disapproval, but they won't make me change my name again
G C D C x 2
Em
So whatever this is all about, I'll say it straight; I'll sing it out.
G C D C
We don't need no one to tell us what it means
Em
I'm sure you got some pictures too, with no one else to show them to
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans
G D C
Stuffed in the pockets of our jeans
G C D C x 2
Artist: Koos Kombuis
Tabbed By: Alex B Broadway
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Intro:
G C D C x 3
G C D C
I saw you turn the other cheek and smile.
G C D C
I saw my father walk that lonely mile.
G C D C
I saw a girl with a guitar at the crack of dawn.
G C D C
I saw a beggar sitting in the cold with just an old Nirvana T-Shirt on.
G C D C x 2
G C D C
I saw the flames of Jupiter reach across the sky.
G C D C
I saw a preacher selling expensive lies, and didnt bother to ask him why.
G C D C
I saw four young men from nowhere change the world with yeah, yeah, yeah.
G C D C
I saw blood against the window of a florist shop somewhere.
G C D C x 2
Em
There's so many things I saw today, I don't know what do or say,
G D C
I'm scared of thinking what it means
Em
I just thought you'd like to see them too, so I bought these pictures home to you
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D C
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G C D C x 2
G C D C
I heard the winter's first and only snowflake fall.
G C D C
I heard the sound of rustling skirts like Degas sketches in a mall
G C D C
I heard the whisper of the traffic in a hubcap down on second beach.
G C D C
I heard the crying of discarded kids, somewhere desperately out of reach.
G C D C
I heard the bells of freedom chime for black South Africa
G C C D
I heard Americans talk like Americans, pretending to be Americans,
everywhere, even in America
Em
Theres so many things I heard today, I don't know what to do or say.
G D C
I'm scared of thinking what it means
Em
I just thought you'd like to hear them too, so I bought their soundtrack back
to you
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G D C
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G C D C x 4
G C D C
I know the end is coming, and it doesnt matter when.
G C D C
I know the end is a beginning, it happens ever now and then.
G C D C
Worlds collide and tears explode.
G C D C
Our songs are S.O.S. percussion messages in Morse code
G C D C
I know the kids can hear me, there's nothing to explain
G C D C
I hear murmurs of disapproval, but they won't make me change my name again
G C D C x 2
Em
So whatever this is all about, I'll say it straight; I'll sing it out.
G C D C
We don't need no one to tell us what it means
Em
I'm sure you got some pictures too, with no one else to show them to
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans
G D Em
Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans
G D C
Stuffed in the pockets of our jeans
G C D C x 2
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