When the (E)sun er comes the up er, on a sleep y lit tle town tion, (D)down a round (A)San An tone town.

and the folks sip are ris in’ for an oth er day ly in’, when the (D)’round a (A)bout their homes,

the (B)peo ple of the town ther’s are strange

and they’re (A)proud of where (Bb7)kins (B7)they (C7)came.

Well, you’re in’ ’bout your Chi na Grove,

oh,

Chi na Grove.

Well, the (E)sun er and the up er, on a Lord, y they’re a cau tion, (D)they are the (A)talk of the town.

And the folks sip are ris in’, and they oth ain’t day ly in’, when the (D)sun goes (A)fall in’ down.

They (B)say ple that the town ther’s in sane

and and (A)dear Mis sus (Bb7)kins (B7)a (C7)game.

We’re talk in’ ’bout your Chi na Grove,

oh,

Chi na Grove.

Well, the

But (C#m7)ev ’ry day there’s a new thing com in’, the (F#m7)ways of an O ri en tal (C#m7)view.

The sher iff and his bud dies with their sam u rai swords, (F#)you can e ven hear the (F#sus)mu sic (F#)at night.

And (C#m7)though it’s a part of the Lone Star State, (F#m7)peo ple don’t seem to care.

(A)They just keep on (Asus)look in’ (A)to the East.

(E)Talk in’ ’bout the Chi na Grove,

oh,

Chi na Grove.