Chords for Don McLean - Orphans of Wealth
Tempo:
119.3 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Bbm
Fm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Woody Guthrie used to, as a matter of fact, used to play for these small houses usually, you know,
Shoe Workers Union in Iowa or something.
[B]
Strike.
One [G] day somebody got up in the back of the room and said, you know where I come from, we use songs like yours for toilet paper.
Woody Guthrie said, well I guess [N] some people can't absorb knowledge any other way.
There [Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] is [Eb] no time [Ab] to discuss or [Fm] debate [Bbm] what is right, [Eb] what is wrong for [Ab] our people.
[Eb]
[Ab] Mind has [Eb]
[Ab] [Fm] to wait [Bbm] with many limbs [Eb] and mind [Ab] of evil.
[Eb]
[Ab] And the rain
[Cm] falls, [Bbm] flows through their [Eb] window [Ab] and the snow falls.
[Fm] And [Bbm] it flows through their [Eb] door and [Ab] the seasons [Fm] revolve
[Bbm] In their sounds of [Ab] starvation when the [Bb] tides rise, [Fm] they [Eb] cover [Ab] the farm.
[Eb]
[Ab] And they come from the [Eb] north and they come from the [Fm] south [Bbm] and they come from the [Eb] hills and the [Ab] valleys.
[Eb] And
[Ab] their migrants and [Eb] farmers and [Ab] miners and [Fm] humans [Bbm] are sent to [Eb] neglected [Ab] valleys.
And [Ab] the rain [Fm]
falls and it [Bbm] flows through their [Eb] window and [Ab] the snow falls.
[Fm]
[Bbm] And it flows through [Eb] their door and the seasons [Fm] revolve
In [Bbm] their sounds of [Ab] starvation when the tides [Fm] rise, [Bbm] they cover [Ab] the farm.
[Eb] [Ab] And their [Eb] Africans, [Ab] Mexicans, [Fm] Caucasian Indians, [Bbm]
hungry [Eb] and hopeless [Ab] Americans,
[Eb] The [Ab]
orphans of [Eb] wealth [Ab] and of adequate [Fm] health, [Bbm] disowned by [Eb] this nation [Ab] they live in.
[Eb] [Ab] And with weather [Eb]-worn hands [Ab] on bread lines [Fm] they stand, [Bbm] yes but [Eb] one more [Ab] degradation.
[Eb] Yes [Ab] and they're treated [Eb] like tramps [Ab] while we sell them [Fm] food stamps, [Bbm] this thriving [Eb] and prosperous [Ab] nation.
[Eb] [Ab] And the [Cm] rain falls, [Bbm]
flows through their window [Ab] and the snow [Fm] falls.
[Bbm] In white drifts that [Eb] fold [Bb] and the tides rise, [Fm] [Bbm] with floods in a [Ab] nursery and a child [Cm] is crying.
[Bbm] He's hungry [Eb] and cold, [Bbm] his life has [Eb] been sold, [Bbm] his young face [Eb] looks old, [Db] it's the face [Eb] of America
[Ab] dying.
[Db]
[Ab]
[N] Thank you.
Shoe Workers Union in Iowa or something.
[B]
Strike.
One [G] day somebody got up in the back of the room and said, you know where I come from, we use songs like yours for toilet paper.
Woody Guthrie said, well I guess [N] some people can't absorb knowledge any other way.
There [Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb]
[Ab] is [Eb] no time [Ab] to discuss or [Fm] debate [Bbm] what is right, [Eb] what is wrong for [Ab] our people.
[Eb]
[Ab] Mind has [Eb]
[Ab] [Fm] to wait [Bbm] with many limbs [Eb] and mind [Ab] of evil.
[Eb]
[Ab] And the rain
[Cm] falls, [Bbm] flows through their [Eb] window [Ab] and the snow falls.
[Fm] And [Bbm] it flows through their [Eb] door and [Ab] the seasons [Fm] revolve
[Bbm] In their sounds of [Ab] starvation when the [Bb] tides rise, [Fm] they [Eb] cover [Ab] the farm.
[Eb]
[Ab] And they come from the [Eb] north and they come from the [Fm] south [Bbm] and they come from the [Eb] hills and the [Ab] valleys.
[Eb] And
[Ab] their migrants and [Eb] farmers and [Ab] miners and [Fm] humans [Bbm] are sent to [Eb] neglected [Ab] valleys.
And [Ab] the rain [Fm]
falls and it [Bbm] flows through their [Eb] window and [Ab] the snow falls.
[Fm]
[Bbm] And it flows through [Eb] their door and the seasons [Fm] revolve
In [Bbm] their sounds of [Ab] starvation when the tides [Fm] rise, [Bbm] they cover [Ab] the farm.
[Eb] [Ab] And their [Eb] Africans, [Ab] Mexicans, [Fm] Caucasian Indians, [Bbm]
hungry [Eb] and hopeless [Ab] Americans,
[Eb] The [Ab]
orphans of [Eb] wealth [Ab] and of adequate [Fm] health, [Bbm] disowned by [Eb] this nation [Ab] they live in.
[Eb] [Ab] And with weather [Eb]-worn hands [Ab] on bread lines [Fm] they stand, [Bbm] yes but [Eb] one more [Ab] degradation.
[Eb] Yes [Ab] and they're treated [Eb] like tramps [Ab] while we sell them [Fm] food stamps, [Bbm] this thriving [Eb] and prosperous [Ab] nation.
[Eb] [Ab] And the [Cm] rain falls, [Bbm]
flows through their window [Ab] and the snow [Fm] falls.
[Bbm] In white drifts that [Eb] fold [Bb] and the tides rise, [Fm] [Bbm] with floods in a [Ab] nursery and a child [Cm] is crying.
[Bbm] He's hungry [Eb] and cold, [Bbm] his life has [Eb] been sold, [Bbm] his young face [Eb] looks old, [Db] it's the face [Eb] of America
[Ab] dying.
[Db]
[Ab]
[N] Thank you.
Key:
Ab
Eb
Bbm
Fm
Cm
Ab
Eb
Bbm
Woody Guthrie used to, as a matter of fact, used to play for these small houses usually, you know, _
Shoe Workers Union in Iowa or something.
[B] _
Strike.
One [G] day somebody got up in the back of the room and said, you know where I come from, we use songs like yours for toilet paper. _
_ Woody Guthrie said, well I guess [N] some people can't absorb knowledge any other way.
_ There _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] _ is [Eb] no time [Ab] to discuss or [Fm] debate [Bbm] what is right, [Eb] what is wrong for [Ab] our people.
[Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] _ Mind has [Eb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Fm] to wait [Bbm] with many limbs [Eb] and mind [Ab] of evil.
[Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] And the rain _
[Cm] falls, _ [Bbm] flows through their [Eb] window [Ab] and the snow falls. _
[Fm] _ And [Bbm] it flows through their [Eb] door and [Ab] the seasons [Fm] revolve
[Bbm] In their sounds of [Ab] starvation when the [Bb] tides rise, [Fm] _ they [Eb] cover [Ab] the farm.
_ [Eb] _ _ _
[Ab] And they come from the [Eb] north and they come from the [Fm] south [Bbm] and they come from the [Eb] hills and the [Ab] valleys.
_ [Eb] And _
[Ab] their migrants and [Eb] farmers and [Ab] miners and [Fm] humans [Bbm] are sent to [Eb] neglected [Ab] valleys. _ _ _
And [Ab] the rain [Fm] _
falls and it [Bbm] flows through their [Eb] window and [Ab] the snow falls.
[Fm] _ _
[Bbm] And it flows through [Eb] their door and the seasons _ [Fm] revolve
In [Bbm] their sounds of [Ab] starvation when the tides [Fm] rise, _ [Bbm] they cover [Ab] the farm.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] And their [Eb] Africans, _ [Ab] Mexicans, _ [Fm] Caucasian Indians, [Bbm] _
hungry [Eb] and hopeless _ [Ab] Americans,
[Eb] The _ _ [Ab] _
orphans of [Eb] wealth _ [Ab] and of adequate [Fm] health, _ _ [Bbm] disowned by [Eb] this nation [Ab] they live in.
[Eb] _ _ [Ab] And with weather [Eb]-worn hands [Ab] on bread lines [Fm] they stand, _ [Bbm] yes but [Eb] one more _ [Ab] degradation.
_ [Eb] _ Yes [Ab] and they're treated [Eb] like tramps [Ab] while we sell them [Fm] food stamps, [Bbm] this thriving [Eb] and prosperous [Ab] nation.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] And the [Cm] rain falls, _ [Bbm]
flows through their window [Ab] and the snow [Fm] falls.
_ _ [Bbm] In white drifts that [Eb] fold [Bb] and the tides rise, [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] with floods in a [Ab] nursery _ and a child [Cm] is crying.
_ [Bbm] He's hungry [Eb] and cold, [Bbm] his life has [Eb] been sold, [Bbm] his young face [Eb] looks old, [Db] it's the face [Eb] of America _
_ [Ab] dying.
_ [Db] _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] Thank you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Shoe Workers Union in Iowa or something.
[B] _
Strike.
One [G] day somebody got up in the back of the room and said, you know where I come from, we use songs like yours for toilet paper. _
_ Woody Guthrie said, well I guess [N] some people can't absorb knowledge any other way.
_ There _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] _ is [Eb] no time [Ab] to discuss or [Fm] debate [Bbm] what is right, [Eb] what is wrong for [Ab] our people.
[Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] _ Mind has [Eb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Fm] to wait [Bbm] with many limbs [Eb] and mind [Ab] of evil.
[Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] And the rain _
[Cm] falls, _ [Bbm] flows through their [Eb] window [Ab] and the snow falls. _
[Fm] _ And [Bbm] it flows through their [Eb] door and [Ab] the seasons [Fm] revolve
[Bbm] In their sounds of [Ab] starvation when the [Bb] tides rise, [Fm] _ they [Eb] cover [Ab] the farm.
_ [Eb] _ _ _
[Ab] And they come from the [Eb] north and they come from the [Fm] south [Bbm] and they come from the [Eb] hills and the [Ab] valleys.
_ [Eb] And _
[Ab] their migrants and [Eb] farmers and [Ab] miners and [Fm] humans [Bbm] are sent to [Eb] neglected [Ab] valleys. _ _ _
And [Ab] the rain [Fm] _
falls and it [Bbm] flows through their [Eb] window and [Ab] the snow falls.
[Fm] _ _
[Bbm] And it flows through [Eb] their door and the seasons _ [Fm] revolve
In [Bbm] their sounds of [Ab] starvation when the tides [Fm] rise, _ [Bbm] they cover [Ab] the farm.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] And their [Eb] Africans, _ [Ab] Mexicans, _ [Fm] Caucasian Indians, [Bbm] _
hungry [Eb] and hopeless _ [Ab] Americans,
[Eb] The _ _ [Ab] _
orphans of [Eb] wealth _ [Ab] and of adequate [Fm] health, _ _ [Bbm] disowned by [Eb] this nation [Ab] they live in.
[Eb] _ _ [Ab] And with weather [Eb]-worn hands [Ab] on bread lines [Fm] they stand, _ [Bbm] yes but [Eb] one more _ [Ab] degradation.
_ [Eb] _ Yes [Ab] and they're treated [Eb] like tramps [Ab] while we sell them [Fm] food stamps, [Bbm] this thriving [Eb] and prosperous [Ab] nation.
_ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] And the [Cm] rain falls, _ [Bbm]
flows through their window [Ab] and the snow [Fm] falls.
_ _ [Bbm] In white drifts that [Eb] fold [Bb] and the tides rise, [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] with floods in a [Ab] nursery _ and a child [Cm] is crying.
_ [Bbm] He's hungry [Eb] and cold, [Bbm] his life has [Eb] been sold, [Bbm] his young face [Eb] looks old, [Db] it's the face [Eb] of America _
_ [Ab] dying.
_ [Db] _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] Thank you. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _