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Fugees-No Woman No Cry
-Standard Tuning-
 -The intro and verse is correct, chorus sounded ok to me,
  but send corrections to [email protected]

-Intro/Verse- 
E------3-----------------------------------------------
B------1--------3---------1----------------------------
G------0--------0---------0----------------------------
D------------------------------2-3-3-2-2-0h2p0---------
A---3--------------2-3-0-----3-------------------------
E---------0h1h3----------------------------------------

-Chorus-
E---3------3------0------0------3----------------------
B---1------1------1------1------1----------------------
G---0------0------2------2------0----------------------
D------------------------------------------------------
A-3---3--3---3--0---0--0---0--3------0-2---------------
E----------------------------------3-----3-------------

                                                                              
Lyrics:
       Say, say say
        I remember, when we used to say,
        We a gotta a venu (?) in Brooklyn.
        Aba aba sufferin' the crookedness,
        As we mingle with the good people we meet.
        Good friends we've had oh, good friends we've lost,
        along, the way.
        In this grim future you can't forget your past,
        So dry your tears I say, to my pe'p's who've past away.
    
        No woman no cry.
        No woman no cry, (say say say).
        Hey(Hear) little sister, don't shed no tears.
        No woman no cry, say say say.
    
        I remember, when we used to rock, oh
        On a project yard in Jersey.
        And little Georgie, would make the fire live,
        As stolen cars pass through the night.
        And then we'd hit the corner store,
        For Roots paper and ro, oooo 
        My dreams, my only remedy (NO CHORD)
        For pain of losing family. 
        Oh while I'm gone shorty.
    
        Everything is gonna be alright,
        Everythings gonna be alright.
        Fugees come to the dance tonight
        Everythings gonna be alright.etc.
        The gun mans in the house tonight etc.
        oh ah oh ah oh ah etc.
    
        I remember, when we used to say.
        All among the grit yard in trench town.
        Aba aba sufferin' the hypocrites,
        As they mingle with the good people we meet.
        Good frinds we've had, oh, good frinds we've lost.
        Along the way, hey.
        In this great future you can't forget your past,
        So dry your tears I say, 
    
        To my pe'p's who've past away.
        oh ah, oh ah, oh ah (fade out)