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1. _ Links On The Chain
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Intro: d a c d a (2x)
A c d a
Come you ranks of labor, come you union core,
C d a
And see if you remember the struggles of before,
F#m d e
When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door
Bm e a
And you started building links on the chain.
Bm d e a
On the chain, you started building links on the chain.
When the police on the horses were waitin' on demand,
Ridin' through the strike with the pistols in their hands,
Swingin' at the skulls of many a union man,
As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain,
As you built one more link on the chain.
Then the army of the fascists tried to put you on the run,
But the army of the union, they did what could be done,
Oh, the power of the factory was greater than the gun,
As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain,
As you built one more link on the chain.
And then in 1954, decisions finally made,
The black man was a-risin' fast and racin' from the shade,
And your union took no stand and your union was betrayed,
As you lost yourself a link on the chain, on the chain,
As you lost yourslef a link on the chain.
And then there came the boycotts and then the freedom rides,
And forgetting what you stood for, you tried to block the tide,
Oh, the automation bosses werre laughin' on the side,
As they watched you lose your link on the chain, on the chain,
As they watched you lose your link on the chain.
You know when they block your trucks boys, by layin' on the road,
All that they are doin' is all that you have showed,
That you gotta strike, you gotta fight to get what you are owed,
When you're building all your links on the chain, on the chain,
When you're building all your links on the chain.
Amd the man who tries to tell you that they'll take your job away,
He's the same man who was scabbin' hard just the other day,
And your union's not a union till he's thrown out of the way,
And he's chokin' on your links of the chain, of the chain,
And he's chokin' on your links of the chain.
For now the times are tellin' you the times are rollin' on,
And you're fighting for the same thing, the jobs that will be gone,
Now it's only fair to ask you boys, which side are you on?
As you're buildin' all your links on the chain, on the chain,
As you're buildin' all your links on the chain.
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2. _ Pleasures Of The Harbor
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E - a b7
And the ship sets the sail
G#m
They've lived the tale
C#m f#m
To carry to the shore
A6 e
Straining at the oars
G#7 c#m
Or staring from the rail
E -a b7
And the sea bids farewell
G#m
She waves in swells
C#m f#m
And sends them on their way
A6 e
Time has been her pay
G#7 c#m
And time will have to tell
A g#m
Soon your sailing will be over
D e b c#m
Come and take the pleasures of the har - bor
And the anchor hits the sand
The hungry hands
Have tied them to the port
The hour will be short
For leisure on the land
And the girls scent the air
They seem so fair
With paint on their face
Soft is their embrace
To lead them up the stairs
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor
In the room dark and dim
Touch of skin
He asks her of her name
She answers with no shame
And not a sense of sin
Until the fingers draw the blinds
Sip of wine
The cigarette of doubt
The candle is blown out
The darkness is so kind
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor
And the shadows frame the light
Same old sight
Thrill has blown away
Now all alone they lay
Two strangers in the night
Till his heart skips a beat
He's on his feet
To shipmates he must join
She's counting up the coins
He's swallowed by the street
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor
In the bar hangs a cloud
The whiskey's loud
There's laughter in their eyes
The lonely in disguse
Are clinging to the crowd
And the bottle fills the glass
The haze is fast
He's trembling for the taste
Of passion gone to waste
In memories of the past
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor
In the alley, red with rain
Cry of pain
For love was but a smile
Teasing all the while
Now dancing down the drain
'till the boys reach the dock
They gently mock
Lift him on their backs
Lay him on his rack
And leave beneath the light
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor
And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale
To carry from the shore
Straining at the oars
Or staring from the rail
And the sea bids farewell
She waves in swells
And sends them on their way
Time has been her pay
And time will have to tell
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor
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3. _ The Power And The Glory
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C em am g7 c em an g7
Come and take a walk with me thru this green and growing land
C em am g7 gm7 gm6 dm
Walk thru the meadows and the mountains and the sand
Dm7 dm6 dm dm7 dm6 dm
Walk thru the valleys and the rivers and the plains
F g
Walk thru the sun and walk thru the rain
Am em
Here is a land full of power and glory
Am g7
Beauty that words cannot recall
C em
Oh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom
Am g7 | c f c &--final ending
Her glory shall rest on us all (on us all)
From colorado, kansas, and the carolinas too
Virginia and alaska, from the old to the new
Texas and ohio and the california shore
Tell me, who could ask for more?
Yet she's only as rich as the poorest of her poor
Only as free as the padlocked prison door
Only as strong as our love for this land
Only as tall as we stand
[ extra verse supplied by sonny ochs ]
But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate
They twist away our freedom & they twist away our fate
Fear is their weapon and treason is their cry
We can stop them if we try /pre>
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4. _ Half A Century High
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G c g
In the tube where i was born
C bm
I could have sworn
C d
There was so much to see
C d
There was so little to be
G c g
But i was free
B7
World at my command
Em
Through the dots i ran
Am d g
Looking for a man who looked like me
Em d
And now it can be told
Em d
I'm a quarter of a century old
G f g f g
But i'm half a century high
In the tube where i was raised
I was amazed
On the pictures i would lean
That went flashing on the screen
Oh, i was dazed
But then my eyes were made
Hypnotized insane (?)
Buried in my brain
In a blinding blaze
And now it can be told
I'm a quarter of a century old
But i'm half a century high
In the tube where i was grown
I was alone
The figure on the floor (laying on the floor)
The dream behind the door (i'd lock the closet door)
The sound was low
Ballgames on the street
Disappeared behind my feet
Out of breath my heart would be
To see another show
And now it can be told
I'm a quarter of a century old
But i'm half a century high
In the tube where i was made
I was afraid
Spinning through the space
Another scene, another face,
Another shade
Mirror of my mind
On electric wheels of wine
Living on the lines that were displayed
And now it can be told
I'm a quarter of a century old
But i'm half a century high
In the tube where i was fed
I lost my head
I watch the lives they led
Watch them to the end
And then again
An open kind of laugh
I gave all the mind i had
And whenever i was sad
I had my friends
And now it can be told
I'm a quarter of a century old
But i'm half a century high
In the tube where i was killed
I was fulfiled
Such an easy way to win
Talking to my twin
No sign of sin
The sacrifice was small
Fascination was the fall
I was extended by the wall that held me in
And now it can be told
I'm a quarter of a century old
But i'm half a century high
In the tube where i was killed
I was fulfilled
The lies of light would bend
I'd stare until the end
And then again
Faded and the fad
I gave all the mind i had
And whenever i was sad
I had my friends
And now it can be told
I'm a quarter of a century old
But i'm half a century high
In the tube where i was born
I could have sworn
There was so much to see
There was so little to be
But i was free
World at my command
Through the dots i ran
Looking for a man who looked like me
And now it can be told
I'm a quarter of a century old
But i'm half a century high
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5. _ The Party
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G c g
The fire breathing rebels arrive at the party early,
C d
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur.
C d g -em
Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the lords.
E d g em
Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour.
C d g em
And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored.
Am d
And my shoulders had to shrug
Am
As i crawl beneath the rug
D g
And retune my piano.
The hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume,
She meets the guests and smothers them with greetings.
And she asks "how are you" as she offers them a drink,
The countess of the social grace, who never seems to blink.
And she promises to talk to you, if you promise not to think.
And my shoulders had to shrug, as i crawled beneath the rug
And retuned my piano.
The beauty of the hour is blazing in the present,
She surrounds herself with those who would surrender.
Floating in the flattery she's a trophy-prize, caressed.
Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed.
And she's staring down their desires, while they're staring down her dress.
And my shoulders had to shrug, etc.
The egos shine like lightbulbs, so bright you cannot see them,
Blind each other blinder than a sandbox.
All the fury of an argument, holding back their yawns,
A challenge shakes the chandliers, the selfish swords are drawn.
To the loser go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on.
And my shoulders had to shrug, etc.
They travel to the table, the host is served for supper,
And they pass each other for salt and pepper.
And the conversation sparkles as their wits are dipped in wine,
Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they will dine.
Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch saying:
"darling you tasted divine."
And my shoulders had to shrug, etc.
The wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure.
She'd love to dance and prays that no one asks her.
Then she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair.
And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their fears.
Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign legionaire.
And my shoulders had to shrug, etc.
Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his thighbone,
Searching for one hundred and eleven.
And he's charming as a child as he leads them to the web,
Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head.
Then he wraps himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed.
And my shoulders had to shrug, etc.
The party must be over, even the losers are leaving.
But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind:
So i snuck up close behind me and i gave myself a kiss,
And i led myself to the mirror to expose what i had missed.
There i saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this.
And my shoulders had to shrug, etc.
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6. _ Cross My Heart
pre>a
I don't know
But it seems that every single dream's
Bm
Painted pretty pictures in the air
D e
And it tumbles in despair
F#m
And it starts to bend
G a
Until by the end its a nightmare
Bm e a f#m
I'm gonna give all i've got to give
A f#m c g a
Cross my heart, and i hope to live
I don't know
But it's true, so many things you do
Please you so they leave feeling warm
It's the calm before the storm
For the habit grows and before you know it you're deformed
I'm gonna give all i've got to give
Cross my heart, and i hope to live
I don't know
But i see that every thing is free
When you're young and treasures you can take
But the bridge is gonna break
You reach the end screaming
"it's all been a mistake"
I'm gonna give all i've got to give
Cross my heart, and i hope to live
I don't know
But it seems that every single dream's
Painted pretty pictures in the air
Then it tumbles in despair
And it starts to bend
Until by the end its a nightmare
I'm gonna give all i've got to give
Cross my heart, and i hope to live
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7. _ Is There Anybody Here
pre> d bm
Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform,
G b7 g em a7
Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving in a raging storm.
D f#m
Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes,
D f#m
Loyal to the end, whose duty is to die,
G a
I want to see him, i want to wish him luck,
D g
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name,
A d
Pin a medal on the man.
Is there anybody here who'd like to wrap a flag around an early grave,
Is there anybody here who thinks they're standing taller on a battle wave.
Is there anybody here like to do his part,
Soldier to the world and a hero to his heart,
I want to see him, i want to wish him luck,
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name,
Pin a medal on the man.
Bm a
Is there anybody here proud of the parade,
Bm g a
Who'd like to give a cheer and show they're not afraid.
F#7 bm
I'd like like to ask him what he's trying to defend,
E a a7
I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna win.
D bbm
Is there anybody here who thinks that following orders takes away the blame
G b7 g em a7
Is there anybody here who'd wouldn't mind a murder by another name
D f#m
Is there anybody here whose pride is on the line,
D f#m
With the honor of the brave and the courage of the blind,
G a
I want to see him, i want to wish him luck,
D g
I wanna shake his hand, gonna call his name,
A d
Pin a medal on the man.
Medal on the man.
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8. _ Draft Dodger Rag
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G g#/a
I'm just a typical american boy from a typical american town
D7 g
I believe in god and senator dodd and keeping old castro down
G# a
And when it came my time to serve i knew better dead than red
D7 g
But when i got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what i said:
G
Sarge, i'm only eighteen, i got a ruptured spleen
G#/a
And i always carry a purse
D7
I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's
G
Getting worse
G# a
O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old
Invalid aunt
D7
Besides, i ain't no fool, i'm a goin' to school, and i'm
G
Working in a defense plant
I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back
I'm allergic to flowers and bugs
And when the bombshell hits, i get epileptic fits
And i'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes, and i can't touch my toes
I can hardly reach my knees
And if the enemy came close to me
I'd probably start to sneeze
(chorus)
I hate chou en lai, and i hope he dies,
But one thing you gotta see
That someone's gotta go over there
And that someone isn't me
So i wish you well, sarge, give 'em hell
Yeah, kill me a thousand or so
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
Well i'll be the first to go
(chorus)
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9. _ Ballad Of Medgar Evers
pre>em g d
In the state of mississippi many years ago
Am em
A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law
Em g d
He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime
Am em
And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind
Am d g
Chorus: too many martyrs and too many dead
Am d g (em optional)
Too many lies too many empty words were said
Am d g
Too many times for too many angry men
Am d em
Oh let it never be again
His name was medgar evers and he walked his road alone
Like emmett till and thousands more whose names we'll never know
They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground
But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down
*chorus*
The killer waited by his home hidden by the night
As evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight
He slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side
It struck the heart of every man when evers fell and died.
*chorus*
And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear
Laid him in his grave when the victory was near
While we waited for the future for freedom through the land (*)
The country gained a killer and the country lost a man
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10. _ Talking Vietnam
Sailing over to vietnam,
Southeast asian birmingham.
Well training is the word we use,
Nice word to have in case we lose.
Training a million vietnamese
To fight for the wrong government and the american way.
Well they put me in a barracks house
Just across the way from laos.
They said you're pretty safe when the troops deploy
But don't turn your back on your house boy
When they ring the gong, watch out for the viet-cong.
Well the sergeant said it's time to train
So i climbed aboard my helicopter plane.
We flew above the battle ground
A sniper tried to shoot us down.
He must have forgotten, we're only trainees.
Them commies never fight fair.
Friends the very next day we trained some more
We burned some villages down to the floor.
Yes we burned out the jungles far and wide,
Made sure those red apes had no place left to hide.
Threw all the people in relocation camps,
Under lock and key, made damn sure they're free.
Well i walked through the jungle and around the bend
Who should i meet but president diem.
Said you're fighting to keep vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (diem-ocracy).
That means rule by one family
And 15,000 american troops, give or take a few
Thousand.
American.
Troops.
He said: "i was a fine old christian man
Ruling this backward buddhist land.
Well it ain't much but what the heck
It sure beats hell out of chiang kai-shek
I'm the power elite. me and the 7th fleet."
He said: "meet my sister, madam nhu
The sweetheart of dien bien phu"
He said: "meet my brothers, meet my aunts
With the government that doesn't take a chance.
Families that slay together, stay together."
Said: "if you want to stay you'll have to pay
Over a million dollars a day.
But it's worth it all, don't you see?
If you loose the country you'll still have me.
Me and syngman rhee, chiang kai-shek, madam nhu.
Like i said on _meet the press_
'i regret that i have but one country to give for my life.'"
Well now old dien is gone and dead
All the new leaders are anti-red.
Yes they're pro-american, freedom sensations
Against red china, the united nations.
Now all the news commentators and the cia
Are saying, "thank god for coincidence."
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11. _ I Ain't Marching Anymore
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D g c d
Oh i marched to the battle of new orleans
G c d
At the end of the early british war
G c
The young land started growing
G
The young blood started flowing
C am d
But i ain't marchin' anymore
For i've killed my share of indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the little big horn
I heard many men lying
I saw many more dying
But i ain't marchin' anymore
C g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C am d
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all
For i stole california from the mexican land
Fought in the bloody civil war
Yes i even killed my brother
And so many others
And i ain't marchin' anymore
For i marched to the battles of the german trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh i must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But i ain't marchin' anymore
(chorus)
For i flew the final mission in the japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When i saw the cities burning
I knew that i was learning
That i ain't marchin' anymore
Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants,
United fruit screams at the cuban shore,
Call it "peace" or call it "treason,"
Call it "love" or call it "reason,"
But i ain't marchin' any more.
There seems to be a variety of opinions about the chords for this song. since i am not able to judge which is right, i will simply present all of them.
The first set of chords were provided by dave miller:
D g c d
Oh i marched to the battle of new orleans
G c d
At the end of the early british war
G c
The young land started growing
G
The young blood started flowing
C am d
But i ain't marchin' anymore
C g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C am d
It's always the young to fall
Jeffrey shallit tells me that these are the correct chords:
D g c c/b d/a
Oh i marched to the battle of new orleans
G c c/b d/a
At the end of the early british war
G c
The young land started growing
F em
The young blood started flowing
Am c d
But i ain't marchin' anymore
Am g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C em a
It's always the young to fall
C em
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
Am c d
Tell me is it worth it all
Simultaneously, i got a message from james barnett giving these chords:
G c d
Oh i marched to the battle of new orleans
G c d
At the end of the early british war
G c am
A young land started growing
F em
The young blood started flowing
Am d
But i ain't marchin' anymore
C g
It's always the old to lead us to the war
C em a
Always the young to fall
C bm em
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
C am d
Tell me was it worth it all
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12. _ Talking Birmingham Jam
Walkin' down to birmingham,
Way down south in dixieland.
I thought that i would stop a while
Take a vacation southern style
Got some southern hospitality...down there in a southern hospital.
Well, all the signs said welcome in,
Welcome if you're white my friend.
Come along and watch the fights
While we feed our dogs on civil rights.
We believe in segregation...negroes in one mob...
Policemen, politicians, dogs in the other
Well i've seen travel in many ways
I've traveled in cars and old subways
But in birmingham some people chose
To fly down the street from a fire hose.
Doin' some hard travelin'...from hydrants of plenty.
Well a pack of dogs was standin' by
I walked up to them and i said "hi"
Well i asked one dog what they all were doin'
He walked up to me and started chewin'
It was a black dog...seems everybody down there is prejudiced.
Well i said there must be some men around
There can't be only you dogs in town
They said "sure we have old bull conner
There he goes, walkin' yonder
Throwin' some raw meat to the mayor...feedin' bones to the city council"
Well i said "there's still something missing here,
You must have a governor somewhere."
Sure, he's doin' his duty, he ain't no fool
He's blocking out kids from our schools
Standin' in the doorway...crackin' jokes...gettin' re-elected.
So, i asked em' how they spend their time
With segregation on their mind.
They said if you don't like to live this way
Get outta here, go back to the u.s.a.
Live with all them russians...new york agitatiors...yeah.
Some say they've passed their darkest hour
Those moderates are back in power.
But listen close with open ears
They'll help us out in a couple a hundred years.
But don't push 'em...whatever you do...
Or else you get those extremists back in.
You see alabama is a soveriegn state
With soveriegn dogs and soveriegn hate
They stand for the bible, for the constitution
They stand against communist revolution.
They say: "it's pinkos like you that freed the slaves."
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