Chords for Feb. 3, March on Immigrant Solidarity with John McCutcheon's song, "I Am an Immigrant"

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_ [A] I am [D] an immigrant, [G] I am a stranger in this [D] place,
[G] Here but for [D] the grace of God [A] go I. _
[B] I am [D] an immigrant, I have [G] left everything [D] I own,
[G] [D] Everything I've known, I say [A] goodbye.
_ She [G] said, give [A] me your time, don't you know [D] I'm weary?
She [Bm] said, give me your [A] poor, she's talking [G] to me,
[Em] One of your [D] huddled masses yearning to [A] breathe free.
_ And [D] I never have lost sight of [G] what this [D] journey has [Em] been for,
See [G] how she lifts her lamp [A] beside [D] the golden door.
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_ [A] I am [D] an Irishman, when the [G] famine put us to [D] the test,
[G] Way into [D] the west like wild [A] birds flying,
We put our backs [D] to the wheel, with a heart [G] that always [D] yearned for home.
[G] We have made this place [D] our own, and about [A] died trying.
She [G] said, give [A] me your time, don't you [D] know I'm weary?
When she [Bm] said, give me [A] your poor, she's [G] talking to me,
One [Em] of your huddled masses [F#m]
yearning to [A] breathe free.
_ [D] And I never [G] have [D] lost sight of [G] what this [D] journey has [Em] been for,
See [G] how she lifts her [B] lamp beside the [D] golden door.
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[Bm] _ [A] I am [D] Chinese, _ I have worked [G] your mills, your [D] yards, your mines,
[G] I have laid your [D] railroad lines with my [A] two good hands.
I am [D] a Chicano, in [G] your orchards and [D] your fields,
[G] I have gathered [D] in the yields of this [A] hungry land.
She [G] said, give me [A] your time, don't you [D] know I'm weary? _
[F#m] [Bm] When she said, give me [A] your poor, she's [G] talking to me,
One [Em] of your huddled [D] masses yearning to [A] breathe free.
[D] And I never have lost sight of [G] what this [D] journey [Em] has been for,
[G] See how she lifts her [A] lamp beside the [D] golden door.
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I [D] am Nigerian, I [G] am Iranian, [D] a Jew, [G] from Laos, from [D]
Kathmandu,
I am your [A] story, I am a [D] long, long line, one you [G] have forgotten, that [D] is true.
[G] I am everything [D] you knew, [A] I am your glory.
_ [G] She said, give me [A] your time, don't you [D] know we're weary?
_ [Bm] When she said, give [A] me your poor, she's [G] talking to you and me,
[Em] We are the huddled [D] masses yearning [A] to breathe free.
[D] And we never must lose sight of [G] what this [D] journey [Em] has been for,
[G] As we lift her [A] lamp beside the [D] golden door.
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_ [D] _ _ I [G] am, I am, I am an immigrant, [D] I am, I am, I [G] am [D] an immigrant, I am, _
_ _ _ [G] _ [D] I am, I am, I [G] am an immigrant, [D] I am, I am, [G] I am an immigrant, [D] I [D] am,
I am, I am, I [G] am, [D] I _ _ _ _ [G] am, I am an immigrant, [D] I am, I _ am, I am, [G] I [A] [D] am,
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