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< Intro: legendary Stratocaster riff by Ritchie Blackmore > < Line in: Hi-hat, organ; drums; bass; vocals >
We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile, We didn't have much time. But Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place aro-ound, But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground.
{Smoke on the water - a fire in the sky. Smoke on the water...}
They burned down the gamblin' house, It died with an awful sound. Uh, Funky Claude was running in and out Pulling kids out the ground. When it all was ove-e-er We had to find another pla-ace But Swiss time was running out - It seemed that we would lose the race.
{Smoke on the water - a fire in the sky. Smoke on the water...}
< Guitar solo by Ritchie Blackmore >
We ended up at the Grand Hote-e-ee-eel, It was empty cold and bare... But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside, th', Making our music there. With a few red lights, a few old beds We made a place to swe-eat. No matter what we get out of this, h', I know, I know we'll never forget.
{Smoke on the water - a fire in the sky. Smoke on the water...}