Chords for "I Am An Immigrant" - Sing Out the Vote Ohio
Tempo:
163.45 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] but desserts.
We just don't fight [G] it.
[D]
And I go up to that dessert table every year,
[G] and my mother,
[F#m] [D] who was a tour guide for guilt trips, [G]
[A] is sitting there right on [D] my shoulder
saying, now John, you go get some real food.
[G] And [D] on that dessert table, I pass up the world's
finest pecan pie to go and [G] have some real food.
Now [A] I know it is the world's [D] finest pecan pie,
even though I have never [G] actually had a piece of it.
[D] But like most middle-aged men,
the finest things in life dwell in the [G] realm of fantasy.
[B]
[D] So last [G] year, [A]
[D] I have my plate loaded,
and I just decided I was going [G] to swing by the dessert table, and lo and [F#m] behold,
[D] someone had accidentally pushed that [G] plate of pecan pie [Bm] behind the [A] watermelons,
[D] and there was one piece left.
With [Gm] trembling hands, I went over to [A] the trash bin
[D] to see what I was going to jettison from my overflowing plate to make [G] room.
[A] And it was only then that I looked [D] down at this plate and surveyed what I [G] had assembled.
[A]
[D] There was a piece of fried chicken,
[G] some chitlins, [A]
[D] a burrito,
[G] some beautiful homemade [F#m] pasta,
[G] [D] a Polish sausage, [G] and sushi.
[F#m] [G] [D]
Now my first instinct [G] was like you, to [A] be disgusted.
[G] [D]
[G] Then I looked down and I thought, [A]
happy birthday, America.
[D] I am an immigrant.
[G] I am a stranger in this [D] place.
[G] Here but [D] for the grace of God [F#m] go I.
[A] [D] I am an immigrant.
I have [G] left everything [D] I've known, [G]
everything [D] I owe.
I [G] say [A]
goodbye.
[G] She said, give me [A] your tired, don't [D] you know I'm weary?
She said, give me [A] your poor, she's [Am] talking
[G] to me.
[D] [Em] One of your huddled masses [D] yearning to [G]
[A] breathe.
[D] And I never have more sight of
[G]
what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
Now she lifts her lamp [Bm] beside the [D] golden door.
[G]
[A]
[D] [G]
[A] [D] I am an Irishman.
When the [G] famine put us to the test, [D]
[G] way into [D] the web like [G] wild [A] birds,
flying, we put our [G] [D] backs to the wheel.
With a heart [G] that always [D] yearned for home,
[G] we have made this place [D] our own.
It's about dying, trying.
[G] She said, give me [B] your tired,
don't you [D] know I'm weary?
She [Bm] said, give me [A] your poor, she's [G] talking to me.
[D] [Em] One of your huddled
[D] masses yearning to [G] [D] breathe.
And I never have lost sight of [G] what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
See how she lifts her [D] lamp beside the golden door.
[G] [A]
[G] [D]
[G] [A]
I am [D] Chinese.
[G] Work your mills, your yards,
[D] your mines.
[G] I'll lead your [D] railroad lines with my two good hands.
[A]
And I am a [D] Chicano.
[G] In your orchards and [D] your fields, [G] I have gathered in [D] the eels this hungry land.
[A] [G] Said, give me [A] your tired, don't [D] you know I'm weary?
She [Bm] said, [D] give me [A] your poor, she's [G] talking
to me.
[D] One of [Em] your huddled [D] masses yearning to [G] [A] breathe.
[D] And I never have lost sight [G] of
what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
See how she lifts her lamp [Bm] beside [D] the golden door.
[G] [A]
[G] [D] [G]
[A] And I [D] am Nigerian.
I [G] am Iranian, [D] a Jew [G] from Havana, from [D] Kathmandu.
I am [G] your [A] story.
I am a
[D] long, long line.
What you [G] have forgotten that is [D] true.
[G] I am everything [D] you knew.
I [Bm] am your [A] glory.
[G] Said, give me [B] your tired, don't you [D] know we're weary?
[C#] [Bm] She said, give [D] me [A] your poor,
she's [D] talking to you and me.
[G] We are the huddled masses [D] still yearning to breathe.
And we never must lose sight of [G] what this journey has been for.
As we lift her lamp [D] beside the golden
door.
[G]
[A] [D]
There's room [G] for you here.
[D] Oh, I, I, I, I, [G] an immigrant.
[D] I, I, I.
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[A]
[N]
We just don't fight [G] it.
[D]
And I go up to that dessert table every year,
[G] and my mother,
[F#m] [D] who was a tour guide for guilt trips, [G]
[A] is sitting there right on [D] my shoulder
saying, now John, you go get some real food.
[G] And [D] on that dessert table, I pass up the world's
finest pecan pie to go and [G] have some real food.
Now [A] I know it is the world's [D] finest pecan pie,
even though I have never [G] actually had a piece of it.
[D] But like most middle-aged men,
the finest things in life dwell in the [G] realm of fantasy.
[B]
[D] So last [G] year, [A]
[D] I have my plate loaded,
and I just decided I was going [G] to swing by the dessert table, and lo and [F#m] behold,
[D] someone had accidentally pushed that [G] plate of pecan pie [Bm] behind the [A] watermelons,
[D] and there was one piece left.
With [Gm] trembling hands, I went over to [A] the trash bin
[D] to see what I was going to jettison from my overflowing plate to make [G] room.
[A] And it was only then that I looked [D] down at this plate and surveyed what I [G] had assembled.
[A]
[D] There was a piece of fried chicken,
[G] some chitlins, [A]
[D] a burrito,
[G] some beautiful homemade [F#m] pasta,
[G] [D] a Polish sausage, [G] and sushi.
[F#m] [G] [D]
Now my first instinct [G] was like you, to [A] be disgusted.
[G] [D]
[G] Then I looked down and I thought, [A]
happy birthday, America.
[D] I am an immigrant.
[G] I am a stranger in this [D] place.
[G] Here but [D] for the grace of God [F#m] go I.
[A] [D] I am an immigrant.
I have [G] left everything [D] I've known, [G]
everything [D] I owe.
I [G] say [A]
goodbye.
[G] She said, give me [A] your tired, don't [D] you know I'm weary?
She said, give me [A] your poor, she's [Am] talking
[G] to me.
[D] [Em] One of your huddled masses [D] yearning to [G]
[A] breathe.
[D] And I never have more sight of
[G]
what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
Now she lifts her lamp [Bm] beside the [D] golden door.
[G]
[A]
[D] [G]
[A] [D] I am an Irishman.
When the [G] famine put us to the test, [D]
[G] way into [D] the web like [G] wild [A] birds,
flying, we put our [G] [D] backs to the wheel.
With a heart [G] that always [D] yearned for home,
[G] we have made this place [D] our own.
It's about dying, trying.
[G] She said, give me [B] your tired,
don't you [D] know I'm weary?
She [Bm] said, give me [A] your poor, she's [G] talking to me.
[D] [Em] One of your huddled
[D] masses yearning to [G] [D] breathe.
And I never have lost sight of [G] what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
See how she lifts her [D] lamp beside the golden door.
[G] [A]
[G] [D]
[G] [A]
I am [D] Chinese.
[G] Work your mills, your yards,
[D] your mines.
[G] I'll lead your [D] railroad lines with my two good hands.
[A]
And I am a [D] Chicano.
[G] In your orchards and [D] your fields, [G] I have gathered in [D] the eels this hungry land.
[A] [G] Said, give me [A] your tired, don't [D] you know I'm weary?
She [Bm] said, [D] give me [A] your poor, she's [G] talking
to me.
[D] One of [Em] your huddled [D] masses yearning to [G] [A] breathe.
[D] And I never have lost sight [G] of
what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
See how she lifts her lamp [Bm] beside [D] the golden door.
[G] [A]
[G] [D] [G]
[A] And I [D] am Nigerian.
I [G] am Iranian, [D] a Jew [G] from Havana, from [D] Kathmandu.
I am [G] your [A] story.
I am a
[D] long, long line.
What you [G] have forgotten that is [D] true.
[G] I am everything [D] you knew.
I [Bm] am your [A] glory.
[G] Said, give me [B] your tired, don't you [D] know we're weary?
[C#] [Bm] She said, give [D] me [A] your poor,
she's [D] talking to you and me.
[G] We are the huddled masses [D] still yearning to breathe.
And we never must lose sight of [G] what this journey has been for.
As we lift her lamp [D] beside the golden
door.
[G]
[A] [D]
There's room [G] for you here.
[D] Oh, I, I, I, I, [G] an immigrant.
[D] I, I, I.
[G] [D]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[D]
[G]
[A]
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[D] _ but desserts.
_ _ _ We just don't fight [G] it.
_ _ _ _ [D]
And I go up to that dessert table every year,
_ _ _ [G] and my mother, _
[F#m] _ _ [D] who was a tour guide for guilt trips, _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[A] is sitting there right on [D] my shoulder
saying, now John, you go get some real food.
_ _ [G] _ And [D] on that dessert table, I pass up the world's
finest pecan pie _ to go and [G] have some real food.
_ Now [A] I know it is the world's [D] finest pecan pie,
even though _ I have never [G] actually had a piece of it.
_ _ [D] But like most middle-aged men,
the finest things in life dwell in the [G] realm of fantasy.
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ So last [G] year, _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] I have my plate loaded,
and I just decided _ I was going [G] to swing by the dessert table, and lo and [F#m] behold,
_ _ [D] _ someone had accidentally _ pushed that [G] plate of pecan pie [Bm] behind the [A] watermelons,
[D] and there was one piece left.
_ _ _ _ With [Gm] trembling hands, I went over to [A] the trash bin
_ [D] to see what I was going to jettison from my overflowing plate to make [G] room.
_ _ [A] And it was only then that I looked [D] down at this plate _ _ and surveyed what I [G] had assembled.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ There was a piece of fried chicken, _ _
_ [G] _ some chitlins, [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ a burrito, _ _
_ _ _ [G] some beautiful homemade [F#m] pasta,
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ a Polish sausage, _ _ [G] _ _ and sushi.
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
Now my first instinct [G] was like you, to [A] be disgusted.
_ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Then I looked down and I thought, _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ happy birthday, America.
_ _ [D] I am an immigrant. _
_ _ _ [G] I am a stranger in this [D] place.
_ _ [G] _ Here but [D] for the grace of God [F#m] go I.
_ _ [A] _ [D] I am an immigrant.
_ _ I have [G] left _ everything [D] I've known, _ _ [G] _
everything [D] I owe.
I [G] say [A]
goodbye.
_ _ _ _ [G] She said, give me [A] your tired, don't [D] you know I'm weary?
_ _ _ _ She said, give me [A] your poor, she's [Am] talking
[G] to me.
_ _ _ _ [D] [Em] One of your huddled masses [D] yearning to [G]
[A] breathe.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] And I never have more sight of
[G]
what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
Now she lifts her lamp [Bm] beside the [D] golden _ door.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] I am an Irishman.
_ _ When the [G] famine put us to the test, [D] _ _ _
[G] _ way into [D] the web like [G] wild [A] birds,
flying, we put our [G] [D] backs to the wheel.
_ _ With a heart [G] that always [D] yearned for home, _
[G] we have made this place [D] our own.
It's about dying, _ trying. _ _
_ [G] She said, give me [B] your tired,
don't you [D] know I'm weary? _ _ _
She [Bm] said, give me [A] your poor, she's [G] talking to me. _ _ _
_ [D] [Em] One of your huddled
_ [D] masses yearning to [G] _ _ [D] breathe. _ _
_ And I never have lost sight of [G] what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
See how she lifts her [D] lamp beside the golden _ _ door.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
I am [D] Chinese. _ _ _ _
[G] Work your mills, your yards,
[D] your mines.
[G] I'll lead your [D] railroad lines with my two good hands.
[A] _
And I am a [D] Chicano. _ _ _ _
[G] In your orchards and [D] your fields, [G] I have gathered in [D] the eels this hungry _ land. _ _
[A] _ [G] Said, give me [A] your tired, don't [D] you know I'm weary? _ _ _ _
She [Bm] said, [D] give me [A] your poor, she's [G] talking
to me. _ _
[D] One of [Em] your huddled [D] masses yearning to [G] _ _ [A] breathe. _ _
[D] And I never have lost sight [G] of
what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
See how she lifts her lamp [Bm] _ beside [D] the golden door. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ And I [D] am _ Nigerian.
_ _ I [G] am Iranian, _ [D] a Jew _ _ [G] from Havana, from _ [D] Kathmandu.
I am [G] your [A] story.
_ I am a
[D] long, long line.
_ What you [G] have forgotten that is [D] true.
_ [G] I am everything [D] you knew.
I [Bm] am your [A] glory.
_ _ _ _ [G] Said, give me [B] your tired, don't you [D] know we're weary?
_ _ _ _ [C#] [Bm] She said, give [D] me [A] your poor,
she's [D] talking to you and me.
_ [G] We are the huddled masses [D] still yearning to breathe.
_ _ _ _ And we never must lose sight of [G] what this journey has been for.
As we lift her lamp [D] beside the _ golden
_ _ _ door.
[G] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ There's room [G] for you here.
_ _ _ [D] _ Oh, _ _ I, _ I, I, I, [G] an immigrant.
_ [D] I, _ _ _ _ I, _ I.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ We just don't fight [G] it.
_ _ _ _ [D]
And I go up to that dessert table every year,
_ _ _ [G] and my mother, _
[F#m] _ _ [D] who was a tour guide for guilt trips, _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[A] is sitting there right on [D] my shoulder
saying, now John, you go get some real food.
_ _ [G] _ And [D] on that dessert table, I pass up the world's
finest pecan pie _ to go and [G] have some real food.
_ Now [A] I know it is the world's [D] finest pecan pie,
even though _ I have never [G] actually had a piece of it.
_ _ [D] But like most middle-aged men,
the finest things in life dwell in the [G] realm of fantasy.
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ So last [G] year, _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [D] I have my plate loaded,
and I just decided _ I was going [G] to swing by the dessert table, and lo and [F#m] behold,
_ _ [D] _ someone had accidentally _ pushed that [G] plate of pecan pie [Bm] behind the [A] watermelons,
[D] and there was one piece left.
_ _ _ _ With [Gm] trembling hands, I went over to [A] the trash bin
_ [D] to see what I was going to jettison from my overflowing plate to make [G] room.
_ _ [A] And it was only then that I looked [D] down at this plate _ _ and surveyed what I [G] had assembled.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ There was a piece of fried chicken, _ _
_ [G] _ some chitlins, [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ a burrito, _ _
_ _ _ [G] some beautiful homemade [F#m] pasta,
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ a Polish sausage, _ _ [G] _ _ and sushi.
[F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
Now my first instinct [G] was like you, to [A] be disgusted.
_ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Then I looked down and I thought, _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ happy birthday, America.
_ _ [D] I am an immigrant. _
_ _ _ [G] I am a stranger in this [D] place.
_ _ [G] _ Here but [D] for the grace of God [F#m] go I.
_ _ [A] _ [D] I am an immigrant.
_ _ I have [G] left _ everything [D] I've known, _ _ [G] _
everything [D] I owe.
I [G] say [A]
goodbye.
_ _ _ _ [G] She said, give me [A] your tired, don't [D] you know I'm weary?
_ _ _ _ She said, give me [A] your poor, she's [Am] talking
[G] to me.
_ _ _ _ [D] [Em] One of your huddled masses [D] yearning to [G]
[A] breathe.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] And I never have more sight of
[G]
what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
Now she lifts her lamp [Bm] beside the [D] golden _ door.
_ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] I am an Irishman.
_ _ When the [G] famine put us to the test, [D] _ _ _
[G] _ way into [D] the web like [G] wild [A] birds,
flying, we put our [G] [D] backs to the wheel.
_ _ With a heart [G] that always [D] yearned for home, _
[G] we have made this place [D] our own.
It's about dying, _ trying. _ _
_ [G] She said, give me [B] your tired,
don't you [D] know I'm weary? _ _ _
She [Bm] said, give me [A] your poor, she's [G] talking to me. _ _ _
_ [D] [Em] One of your huddled
_ [D] masses yearning to [G] _ _ [D] breathe. _ _
_ And I never have lost sight of [G] what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
See how she lifts her [D] lamp beside the golden _ _ door.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
I am [D] Chinese. _ _ _ _
[G] Work your mills, your yards,
[D] your mines.
[G] I'll lead your [D] railroad lines with my two good hands.
[A] _
And I am a [D] Chicano. _ _ _ _
[G] In your orchards and [D] your fields, [G] I have gathered in [D] the eels this hungry _ land. _ _
[A] _ [G] Said, give me [A] your tired, don't [D] you know I'm weary? _ _ _ _
She [Bm] said, [D] give me [A] your poor, she's [G] talking
to me. _ _
[D] One of [Em] your huddled [D] masses yearning to [G] _ _ [A] breathe. _ _
[D] And I never have lost sight [G] of
what this [D] journey [G] has been for.
See how she lifts her lamp [Bm] _ beside [D] the golden door. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ And I [D] am _ Nigerian.
_ _ I [G] am Iranian, _ [D] a Jew _ _ [G] from Havana, from _ [D] Kathmandu.
I am [G] your [A] story.
_ I am a
[D] long, long line.
_ What you [G] have forgotten that is [D] true.
_ [G] I am everything [D] you knew.
I [Bm] am your [A] glory.
_ _ _ _ [G] Said, give me [B] your tired, don't you [D] know we're weary?
_ _ _ _ [C#] [Bm] She said, give [D] me [A] your poor,
she's [D] talking to you and me.
_ [G] We are the huddled masses [D] still yearning to breathe.
_ _ _ _ And we never must lose sight of [G] what this journey has been for.
As we lift her lamp [D] beside the _ golden
_ _ _ door.
[G] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ There's room [G] for you here.
_ _ _ [D] _ Oh, _ _ I, _ I, I, I, [G] an immigrant.
_ [D] I, _ _ _ _ I, _ I.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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