Capo VII
Intro (relative to capo)
C F C Am G C F C F C
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B-11-11-11--11-33-55-11-55---------------------------|
G-----------22-44-55-22-00-22-00---------------------|
D--------------------------33-22---------------------|
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Verse:
C F Am (w/third fret on high e)
Up in the highest of heights
G C
O'Hara blinks and fights
G F C
This land is yours; this land is mine.
C F Am
I see the Captain in red,
G C
and Cairo at his head.
G F C
This land is yours; this land is mine.
The lightning over the park,
the waters--brash and dark
We take a swim; we take a swim.
I never meant to escape
the carpet and the trade
This land is yours; this land is mine.
And when I make up my mind
I change it all the time
I take it back; I take it back.
The numbers over the dam,
Jo Davies and the band,
I count them out; I count them out.
Chorus:
F Am G
There was a car in the bay
Am Em F
by the boat that swept and swayed
Am G
Whoever you are in the light
Am Em F
in the water that we made
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G
I'm counting it out
Am
I'm counting it out
G F
I'm working it out inside
G
I'm counting it out
C
from the floor
The ferry hatches Moline
Panola Beauty Queen
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
In Charles, we climb the hill
and Danville window sill
I take it back; I take it back.
My sister she counts the bars,
the Macon county cars,
She takes a bow; she takes a bow.
The Mississippi amends
the Carver and the bends
This land is yours; this land is mine.
My brother punches my ear.
The injured ivory deer
I call my dad; I call my dad.
We skip inside of the store
the Mason winter door
This land is yours; this land is mine.
There was a car in the bay
by the boat that swept and swayed
Whoever you are in the light
in the water that we made
I'm holding your hand by the shore
With our collars pulled up tight
I'm counting it out
I'm counting it out
I'm working it out inside
I'm counting it out
(This land is not your land
For the right hand takes what it can,
ransacks with the mad man.
For this land is not yours or mine to have.
This land was made for the good of itself.)
