Yogi chords by Jim Steinman

Verse:
Db               Ebm
Good old Kansas sunshine gold
Gb      Ab
Wonder if I'm ever gonna get so old
       Bbm
That I don't wanna fight
      Ebm
Sleep peaceful through the night
      Gb           Ab
Never care if it's ever right
     Db                           Gb  Ab
Oh I really do believe it's gonna be okay
  Db                           Gb Ab
I really do believe it's gonna be okay

Db              Ebm
Good old Sunday morning sky
Gb                         Ab
Gotta get it together for another try
          Bbm                 Ebm
Check the glass to see what I wanna be
Gb         Ab
Can I ever set it free
      Db                          Gb Ab
Oh I really do believe it's gonna be okay
  Db                           Gb Ab
I really do believe it's gonna be okay

Chorus:
 Gb               Db             Bbm        Ab
"That is why, my lady" said the yogi in the road
     Gb         Db           Bbm             Ab
"The rule is so almighty and what the law forbode

Fm F/A F

Gb               Db                  Bbm           Ebm Ab Gb Db
Made the child into this thing that cannot act and barely sing"

Gb Db Ebm Ab

Verse:
       Db                   Ebm
It's a good old dream and I want some more
Gb                        Ab
What am I makin' all this music for
Bbm                           Ebm
Why do I trip alone tryin' to get back home
Gb           Ab     Gb
Cold, soaked to the bone
Db                                Gb Ab
Oh I really do believe it's gonna be okay
Db                             Gb Ab
I really do believe it's gonna be okay

Chorus:
Gb                Db            Bbm         Ab
"That is why, my lady" said the yogi in the shade
 Gb                Db           Bbm               Ab
"Time let shine so brightly and what the law has made

Fm F/A F
Gb                Db                 Bbm           Ebm Ab Gb Db
Turned the boy into this thing that cannot act and barely sing"

Gb Db Ebm Ab

Gb               Db             Bbm         Ab
"That is why, my lady" said the yogi in the bus
     Gb                Db          Bbm               Ab
"The ropes are tied so tightly and what the law made us

Fm F/A F

Gb             Db                  Bbm            Ebm
Made the man into this thing that cannot act and barely sing
Gb                  Ebm Ab Gb Db
That cannot act and barely sing"