Em            
OK, I sing in english;            
C            G
OK, I can speak french.            
            Am
And maybe if you see me,            
            Em
you could think I'm from Paris.            


Em            
They've been in a hurricane,            
C            G
they've been in a hurricane.            
            Am      
People don't know were they come from;                  
                  Em
So how could they know were they go?                  


Em                  
This is a folk guitar,                  
C      G            
this is a folk guitar.                  
      Am            
But this ain't no european                  
            Em      
goose that rolls behind me.                  


Em                  
Cal it african folk,                  
      G      
call it gnawa blues.            
      Am      
It is just rock'n'roll            
            Em
sung by a moroccan soul.            


Em            
Call it chaabi funk,            
      G      
call it haytta jazz.            
      Am      
It is just hayha music,            
            Em
coming from deep of our souls.            


Em            
Don't call it world music;            
C            G
no no no no no world music.            
      Am      
I don't know how to call it;            
            Em
it's just the music of my world.