Chords:
{t:Thousands Are Sailing}
{artist:The Pogues}
{key: G}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27iJsZpQn3A Capo 2
{c: Thanks to Ronald Dobson}
[G] The island it is silent now
But the [C] ghosts still haunt the waves
And the [G] torch lights up a [Em] famished man
Whom [Am] fortune could not [D] save
Did you [G] work upon the railroad
Did you [C] rid the streets of crime
Were your [G] dollars from the [Em] white house?
Were they [D] from the five and [G] dime?
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Did the [Em] old songs taunt or cheer you
And do [C] they still make you [G] cry?
Did you [Em] count the months and years
Or did your [Am] teardrops quickly [D] dry?
Ah, [G] No, says he 'twas not to be
On a [C] coffin ship I came here
And I [G] never even [Em] got so far
That [D] they could change my [G] name
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[Em] Thousands are still sailing
A-[D]cross the Western [Am] Ocean
To a [Em] land of opportunity
That [D] some of them will [Am] never see
[Em] Fortune prevailing
A-[D]cross the Western [Am] Ocean
Their [Em] bellies full,
Their spirits free
They'll [D] break the chains of [Am] poverty
And they'll [C] dance ..///[Em] ///[D] ///[A] /// [G]///
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[G] In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the [C] death of afternoon
We stepped [G] hand in hand on [Em] Broadway
Like the [Am] first men on the [D] moon
[D] And a [G] blackbird broke the silence
As he [C] whistled it so sweet
And in [G] Brendan Behan's [Em] footsteps
They danced [D] up and down the [G] street
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Then we [Em] said goodnight to Broadway
Giving [C] it their best [G] regards
Tipped their [Em] hats to Mister Cohan
Dear old [Am] Times Square's favourite [D] bard
Then they [G] raised a glass to J.F.K.
And a [C] dozen more besides
When I [G] got back to their [Em] empty rooms
I su-[D]ppose I must have [G] cried
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[Em] Thousands are sailing
[D] Again across the [Am] ocean
Where the [Em] hand of opportunity
Draws [D] tickets in a [Am] lottery
[Em] Postcards they're mailing
Of [D] clear blue skies and [Am] oceans
From [Em] rooms the daylight never sees
Where [D] lights don't glow on [Am] Christmas trees
But they [C] dance to the music and they dance (.2.3.4)
[Em] ///[D] ///[G] x 8
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[Em] Thousands are sailing
A-[D]cross the Western ocean
Where the [Em] hand of opportunity
Draws [D] tickets in a [Am] lottery
Where [Em] e'er they go, we celebrate
The [D] land that makes them [Am] refugees
From [Em] fear of Priests with empty plates
From [D] guilt and weeping [Am] effigies
And they [C] dance to the music and we dance
[Em] [D] [C] x 8 [Em] ///[D] /// [D]/
