Chords for 50 Miles Into The Main - Ken Theriot

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One hundred mortal souls are [D] we who fly from fear and strife,
[C] Denied our chosen [Em] destiny, new world, new land, new life.
[Am] Facing murder or starvation, we [Em] must somehow refuge gain,
[C] And we pray we [Am] find salvation [D] fifty miles [Em] into the main. _ _ _ _ _ _
My name is William Waters, [D] and I come from Plymouth town,
[C] At Walter Raleigh's just [Em] command we sail for queen and crown,
[Am] In Virginia we would settle [Em] English lands to challenge Spain,
[C] But we'll have [Am] to prove our mettle [D] fifty miles [Bm] into the [Em] main. _ _ _ _ _ _
In 1587 we [D] set sail for Chesapeake,
[C] To found an English colony [Em] and fortunes for to seek,
[Am] After ten weeks of disaster, [Em] mere ill luck could not explain,
We [C] were forced [Am] to look for shelter [D] fifty miles into [Em] the main. _ _ _ _ _ _
A seasoned pilot steers us [D] wrong and cannot find his way,
[C] Was he ashore in Spain too long [Em] and bought for traders' pay?
[Am] John White feared the foes of Raleigh [Em] might subvert our whole campaign,
[C] Cursing [Am] politics and folly fifty [D] miles into [Em] the main. _ _ _ _ _
On Roanoke we light [D] unplanned, too late to till or sow,
[C] George Howe is dead by unknown hand [Em] and stores are running low,
[Am] Friendly Croatoan allies [Em] cannot spare us meat or grain,
[C] So our only [Am] hope of help [D] lies fifty miles [G] into the main.
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By God or mortal men betrayed, [D] our need at least was clear,
[C] John White agreed to go for aid [Em] and said for all to hear,
[Am] Travel up the Choean River [Em] where the land can life sustain,
And may [Am] the Lord your souls deliver [D] fifty miles [Em] into the main. _ _ _ _ _ _
Virginia Dare is six weeks old, [D] not all are fit to roam,
[C] A few will beg a closer hold, [Em] a Croatoan home.
[Am] They have carved their destination [Em] in a tree to make it plain,
But [Am] most flee in desperation [D] fifty miles into [G] the [Em] main. _ _ _ _ _
One hundred mortal souls are [D] we who fly from fear and strife,
Still [C] seeking for our destiny, [Em] new world, new land, new life,
[Am] Legged by savage hand or Spaniard, [Em] all our hopes may be in vain,
[C] But we'll follow promise [D] westward fifty miles into [Bm] the main.
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