Chords for Along the Western Seaboard

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[Db] Heavenly Father, could you hear the prayers I offer you today?
[Ab] Some of the people in the parish have been asking me to pray for [Bbm] them.
They have no strength to help themselves.
They need help and ink for [Gb] themselves.
We do all we can do, but there's so little that we can do.
And [Db] this is the worst winter I know of, even worse than last.
The snow has [Ab] stayed for too long on the ground.
And for the second year around [Bbm] now, all across our little island,
we give all our sweat and toil.
And [Gb] still the crops, they have all rotted in the soil.
[Ab] And all along the western seaboard, they await with open hands
for something to feed their children or a ship to foreign lands.
But there's nothing here to give them, except for chicken feed and [Bbm] sand.
While Britannia rules, the rules with our own hands.
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Lord, what can we do now?
Oh, good Lord, what can we do [Ab] when we need to feed so many
and there's not even for the few?
[Ebm] Lord, what can we do now?
Lord, what can [Eb] we do?
[Ab] They are starving.
They are freezing.
_ And their clothes have all [Bbm] worn through.
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Heavenly Father, your people need you more than ever [Ab] now.
It's such a desperate situation that the nation's in.
Somehow I [Bbm] can't see many pulling through.
Because even if we had the food [Gb] to feed them, many have disease.
Lord, I hope you hear our pleas.
[Db] They are scattered by the roadside, in the towns and in the fields.
And there's not even food to work for, never mind bagged, lent or steal.
And if [Bbm] we go by the predictions, with starvation and eviction,
[Gb] some two million will be dead before we're through.
[Ab] Still all along the western seaboard, they all wait with open hands
for something to feed their children or a ship to foreign lands.
But there's [Ab] nothing here to give them, except for chicken feed and sand.
[Bbm] While Britannia rules, the rules with [Gb] our own hands.
_ [Ebm] Lord, what can we do now?
Oh, good Lord, what can we do?
[Ab] When we need to feed so many and there's not even for the few.
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Lord, what can we do now?
Lord, what can we [Eb] do?
They are [Ab] starving, they are freezing. _
And their clothes have all [Ebm] worn through.
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_ _ _ They have no [Ebm] one now but _ you.
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