Democracy Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

 It's coDming through a hGole in the aAir,

 from those niDghts in TiaAnanmen SqDuare.

 It's coGming from the feel

that this ain't exactly real,

 or it's rDeal, but it ain't exactly there.

 From the wF♯ars against disorder,

 from the sBmirens night and day,

 from the fF♯ires of the homeless,

 from the aBmshes of the gay:

 DemoAcracy is coming G to the U.S.DA.

 It's coDming through a G crack in the wAall;

 on a visDionary flAood of alcDohol;

 from the stagGgering account

of the Sermon on the Mount

 which I dDon't pretend to understand at all.

 It's cF♯oming from the silence

 on the Bm dock of the bay,

 from the brF♯ave, the bold, the battered

 heart of Bm Chevrolet:

 DemAocracy is coming G to the U.S.DA.

 It's coDming from the soGrrow in the stAreet,

 the hDoly places whAere the races mDeet;

 from the homGicidal bitchin'

that goes down in every kitchen

 to deteDrmine who will serve and who will eat.

 From the weF♯lls of disappointment

 where the wBmomen kneel to pray

 for the gF♯race of God in the desert here

 and the deBmsert far away:

 DemoAcracy is coming G to the U.S.DA.

 SAail on, sGail on

 O miDghty Ship of State!

 To the ShAores of Need

 Past the ReGefs of Greed

 Through the SquDalls of Hate

 SAail on, sail on, saGil on, saDil on.

 It's coDming to AmGerica fiArst,

 the crDadle of the bAest and of the woDrst.

 It's hGere they got the range

and the machinery for change

 and it's hDere they got the spiritual thirst.

 It's hF♯ere the family's broken

 and it's hBmere the lonely say

 that the hF♯eart has got to open

 in a funBmdamental way:

 DemoAcracy is coming G to the U.S.DA.

 It's coDming from the woGmen and the mAen.

 O bDaby, we'll be maAking love agDain.

 We'll be goGing down so deep

the river's going to weep,

 and the mouDntain's going to shout Amen!

 It's coF♯ming like the tidal flood

 beBmneath the lunar sway,

 imF♯perial, mysterious,

 in amBmorous array:

 DemoAcracy is coming G to the U.S.DA.

 SAail on, sGail on ...

 I'm sentDimental, if you G know what I mAean

 I love the couDntry but I A can't stand the scDene.

 And I'm neGither left or right

I'm just staying home tonight,

 getting lDost in that hopeless little screen.

 But I'm stuF♯bborn as those garbage bags

 that TBmime cannot decay,

 I'm jF♯unk but I'm still holding up

 this liBmttle wild bouquet:

 DemAocracy is coming G to the U.S.DA