[C]My transister radio comes from far a-[Dm]way,
And when it's [G]night over here, over [Dm7] there it's breaking [C]
day;
I remember all the good times I had walking in the [Dm] sand,
With the [G]beautiful girl that I [Dm7] met made in Ja-[C]pan.
The beauty of her face was beyond my wildest [Dm]dreams,
Like the [G]cherry blossoms blooming in the [Dm7]mountains in the early
[C]spring,
As we walked by the river and she softly took hold of my [Dm]hand,
That's when I [G]fell deep in love with the [Dm7]girl made in Ja-[C]pan
In the dark of night we would lay on Tokyo [Dm]Bay,
And the [G]singing of the birds woke us [Dm7]up at the break of [C]day;
Her smiling eyes always seemed to try to under-[Dm]stand
All the [G]love in my heart for the [Dm7]girl made in Ja-[C]pan.
My transister radio comes from far a-[Dm]way
And when it's [G]night over here, over [Dm7] there it's breaking [C]
day;
She cried when she said she'd been promised to another [Dm]man,
That's when I [G]left my heart with the [Dm7]girl made in Ja-[C]pan.