Tablature thousandsaresailing - The Pogues

          



 # From: HISCAP@LUSTA.LATROBE.EDU.AU (HISCAP@LUSTA.LATROBE.EDU.AU)

  {t:Thousands Are Sailing}

  {st:The Pogues}

  

  Intro: [F#m] [E] [Bm] [A]

   

  {c:Verse:}

  The [A]island it is silent now

  But the [D]ghosts still haunt the waves

  And the [A]torch lights up a [F#m]famished man

  Who [Bm]fortune could not save[E]

   

  [E]Did you [A]work upon the railroad

  Did you [D]rid the streets of crime

  Were your [A]dollars from the white[F#m]  house

  Were [E]they from the five and dime[A]

  Did the [F#m]old songs taunt or cheer you

  And did [D]they still make you cry[A]

  Did you [F#m]count the months and years

  Or did your tear[Bm]drops quickly dry[E]

  Ah, [A]No, says he 'twas not to be

  On a [D]coffin ship I came here

  And I [A]never even [F#m]got so far

  That [E]they could change my mind[A]

   

  {c:Chorus:}

  [F#m]Thousands are still sailing

  A[E]cross the Western [Bm]Ocean

  To a [F#m]land of opportunity

  That [E]some of them will [Bm]never see

  [F#m]Fortune prevailing

  [E]Across the Western [Bm]Ocean

  Their [F#m]bellies full

   

  And their spirits free

  They'll [E]break the chains of [Bm]poverty

  And they'll [D]dance [F#m]     [E]  [B]  [D]  [F#m]    [E]  [B] 

   

  [F#m]    [Bm]     [F#m]    [D]    [A]  [E]   [A]  [E]  [A] 

   

  {c:Verse 2}

  In Manhattan's desert twilight

  In the death of afternoon

  We stepped hand in hand on Broadway

  Like the first man on the moon

  And "The Blackbird" broke the silence

  As you whistled it so sweet

  And in Brendan Behan's footsteps

  I danced up and down the street

   

  Then we said goodnight to Broadway

  Giving it our best regards

  Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan

  Dear old Times Square's favourite bard

  Then we raised a glass to J.F.K.

  And a dozen more besides

  When I got back to my empty room

  I suppose I must have cried

   

  {c:Chorus 2}

  Thousands are sailing

  Again across the ocean

  Where the hand of opportunity

  Draws tickets in a lottery

  Postcards we're mailing

  Of sky-blue skies and oceans

  From rooms the daylight never sees

  Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees

  But we dance to the music And we dance

   

  {c:Chorus 3}

  Thousands are sailing

  Across the Western Ocean

  Where the hand of opportunity

  Draws tickets in a lottery

  Where e'er we go, we celebrate

  The land that makes us refugees

  From fear of Priests with empty plates

  From guilt and weeping effigies

  And we dance

   

  [D] [F#m] [E] [B] /*repeat to fade*/

   


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