Democracy

Intro: C# 
 
      C#             F#           C# 
It‘s coming through a hole in the air 
            C#        G#          C# 
From those nights in Tiananmen Square 
      F# 
It‘s coming from the feel 
          B              F# 
That this ain‘t exactly real 
         C# 
Or it‘s real, but it ain‘t exactly there 
          F     Fsus4    F 
From the wars against disorder 
          A#m/f  Fsus4     A#m/f 
From the sirens night and day 
          F    Fsus4       F 
From the fires of the homeless 
         A#m/f Fsus4   A#m/f 
From the ashes of the gay: 
   G#              F#          C# . . . |F#m . . . |C# . . . |F#m . . . | 
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. 
 
C# . . . |. . . . |. . . . |. . . . | 
 
It‘s coming through a crack in the wall 
On a visionary flood of alcohol 
From the staggering account 
Of the Sermon on the Mount 
Which I don‘t pretend to understand at all 
It‘s coming from the silence 
On the dock of the bay 
From the brave, the bold, the battered 
Heart of Chevrolet: 
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. 
 
It‘s coming from the sorrow on the street 
The holy places where the races meet 
From the homicidal bitchin‘ 
That goes down in every kitchen 
To determine who will serve and who will eat 
From the wells of disappointment 
Where the women kneel to pray 
For the grace of God in the desert here 
And the desert far away: 
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. 
 
     G#       F# 
Sail on, sail on 
   C# 
O mighty Ship of State! 
         G# 
To the Shores of Need 
          F# 
Past the Reefs of Greed 
              C# 
Through the Squalls of Hate 
     D#m  G#       F#       C# 
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on 
 
It‘s coming to America first 
The cradle of the best and of the worst 
It‘s here they got the range 
And the machinery for change 
And it‘s here they got the spiritual thirst 
It‘s here the family is broken 
And it‘s here the lonely say 
That the heart has got to open 
In a fundamental way: 
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. 
 
It‘s coming from the women and the men 
O baby, we‘ll be making love again 
We‘ll be going down so deep 
That the river‘s going to weep 
And the mountain‘s going to shout Amen! 
It‘s coming like the tidal flood 
Beneath the lunar sway 
Imperial, mysterious 
In amorous array: 
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. 
 
Sail on, sail on 
O mighty Ship of State! 
To the Shores of Need 
Past the Reefs of Greed 
Through the Squalls of Hate 
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on 
 
I‘m sentimental, if you know what I mean: 
I love the country but I can‘t stand the scene 
And I‘m neither left or right 
I‘m just staying home tonight 
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen 
But I‘m stubborn as those garbage bags 
That Time cannot decay 
I‘m junk but I‘m still holding up 
This little wild bouquet: 
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. 
 
 
 
Guitarist friendly version 
Capo 1st fret 
 
Intro: C 
 
      C              F            C 
It‘s coming through a hole in the air 
            C         G           C 
From those nights in Tiananmen Square 
      F 
It‘s coming from the feel 
          Bb             F 
That this ain‘t exactly real 
         C 
Or it‘s real, but it ain‘t exactly there 
          E     Esus4    E 
From the wars against disorder 
          Am/e   Esus4     Am/e 
From the sirens night and day 
          E    Esus4       E 
From the fires of the homeless 
         Am/e  Esus4   Am/e 
From the ashes of the gay: 
   G               F           C . . . |Fm . . . |C . . . |Fm . . . | 
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. 
 
C . . . |. . . . |. . . . |. . . . | 
 
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     G        F 
Sail on, sail on 
   C 
O mighty Ship of State! 
         G 
To the Shores of Need 
          F 
Past the Reefs of Greed 
              C 
Through the Squalls of Hate 
     Dm   G        F        C 
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on 
 
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