Chords for ennio morricone/joan baez - The ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti

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_ _ _ Father, _ _ [D] yes I [Am] am a [D] prisoner. _ _
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[C] Fear _ not _ to _ relay my cry. _
The _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Am]
cry of _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [Am] the _ forsaken. _ _
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Holy _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
silence [Am] is _ shame. _ _
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ Star _ -washed _ _ _ [F] _ _
for _ _ _ _ _ [A] centuries.
_ _ [Em] _ [A] _ _ Go through the [Am] _ _ _ _ [D] _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ woods blackened [E] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ with [Am] history. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Against us is the law with its immensity of strength and power.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] Against us [C] is the law. _ _ _ _ _
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[Am] Police know how to make a man a guilty or an innocent.
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Against us is the _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
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shameless lies that men have told will evermore be paid in [Em]
gold.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] Against [Am] us is the racial hatred and the simple _ _ fact that _ _ we're _ _ poor. _ _ _ _ _
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My father _ _ _ _ [D] _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [G] _ is a _ prisoner.
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_ _ _ _ _ To tell [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [E] me these songs _ _ _ _ _ is [Am] shame. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [Am] _ With me I have my love, my innocence, the workers and the poor.
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For all of us [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] in the rebellion [F] revolution don't need dollars, they need [D] this instead.
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Imagination suffering life.
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_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ You never steal, you never [G] kill, you are a part of [Em] strength and _ [C] life.
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] And [Am] I sense when I look at the stars that we are children of [D] life, _ [Am] death is small. _
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