Strut

You can breathe in the music this city makes.

(C)Move by the rhythm the gypsies play.

(Am)Deep inside it (D)comes alive.

(Em)There is a whisper that feeds your soul.

(C)Words so beautiful, like a Spanish rose.

(Am7)'Till you're hypnotized.

That's when (D)you've arrived.

(D)You gotta (Em)strut like you mean it.

(C)Free your mind.

It's not (Am7)enough just to dream it.

Come on, (C)come (D)on,

get up.

(Em)When you feel it.

It's your (C)chance to shine.

(Am7)Strut like you mean it.

Come on, (C)come (D)on,

come on.

(Em)Poundin' the pavement,

(C)kickin' through the streets.

To (Am7)wander like Picasso in the (C)Barcelona (D)heat.

(Em)Passion is the fashion and (C)life is poetry.

Well, (Am7)welcome to another world where (C)ev'ry heart can (D)beat.

In a dif'rent (C)tempo, there's never a wrong (Em)one.

(C)Building to a (D)crescendo, you know the (B7)journey's just begun.

You gotta

(D)Hey (Em)feel the flow when you just can't move no more?

The (C)city wants to show you (Am)something,

(D)something. A (Em)heart unfolds that you would never know-

(C)Barcelona's soul.

Says (Am)something, something good is comin',

it's comin'.

(B7)Ev'rybody knows that something good is comin' on.

You gotta (F#m)strut like you mean it.

(D)Free your mind.

It's not (Bm7)enough just to dream it.

Come on, (D)come on,

(E)get up.

(F#m)When you feel it it's your (D)chance to shine.

(Bm7)Strut like you mean it.

Come on, (D)come on,