Chords for Fifty Miles Into The Main
Tempo:
85.75 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Am
D
C
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Am]
[A] [Em]
One hundred mortal souls are [D] we who fly from fear and strife,
[C] Denied our chosen destiny, [Em] new world, new land, new life.
[Am] Facing murder or starvation, we must [Em] somehow refuge gain,
And we [C] pray we [Am] find salvation [D] fifty miles into [Em] 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,
But we'll have to [Am] prove our mettle fifty miles [Em] into the main.
In 1587 we set [D] 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 were forced [Am] to look for shelter fifty [D] miles into the [Em] main.
A seasoned pilot steers us wrong [D] and cannot find his way,
[C] Was he ashore in Spain too [Em] long and bought for traders' pay?
[Am] John White feared the foes of Raleigh [Em] might subvert our whole campaign,
[C] Cursing politics [Am] and folly [D] fifty 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 Groatoan allies [Em] cannot spare us meat or grain,
[C] So our only hope of help lies [D] fifty miles into [Em] the main.
By [Am] [A]
[Em]
God or mortal men we [D] trade, 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 where [Em] the land can life sustain,
And may [Am] the Lord your souls deliver 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 [Em] hold, the Croatoan home.
[Am] They have carved their destination [Em] in a tree to make it plain,
But [C] most flee in desperation fifty [A] miles into the main.
One hundred mortal souls are we [D] who fly from fear and strife,
[C] Still seeking for our [Em] destiny, new world, new land, new life,
[Am] Plagued by savage hand or Spaniard, [Em] all our hopes may be in vain,
[C] But we'll follow promise westward [D] fifty miles into the main.
[Em] [A] [Am]
[A] [Em]
[Ab]
[Bb]
[A] [Em]
One hundred mortal souls are [D] we who fly from fear and strife,
[C] Denied our chosen destiny, [Em] new world, new land, new life.
[Am] Facing murder or starvation, we must [Em] somehow refuge gain,
And we [C] pray we [Am] find salvation [D] fifty miles into [Em] 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,
But we'll have to [Am] prove our mettle fifty miles [Em] into the main.
In 1587 we set [D] 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 were forced [Am] to look for shelter fifty [D] miles into the [Em] main.
A seasoned pilot steers us wrong [D] and cannot find his way,
[C] Was he ashore in Spain too [Em] long and bought for traders' pay?
[Am] John White feared the foes of Raleigh [Em] might subvert our whole campaign,
[C] Cursing politics [Am] and folly [D] fifty 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 Groatoan allies [Em] cannot spare us meat or grain,
[C] So our only hope of help lies [D] fifty miles into [Em] the main.
By [Am] [A]
[Em]
God or mortal men we [D] trade, 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 where [Em] the land can life sustain,
And may [Am] the Lord your souls deliver 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 [Em] hold, the Croatoan home.
[Am] They have carved their destination [Em] in a tree to make it plain,
But [C] most flee in desperation fifty [A] miles into the main.
One hundred mortal souls are we [D] who fly from fear and strife,
[C] Still seeking for our [Em] destiny, new world, new land, new life,
[Am] Plagued by savage hand or Spaniard, [Em] all our hopes may be in vain,
[C] But we'll follow promise westward [D] fifty miles into the main.
[Em] [A] [Am]
[A] [Em]
[Ab]
[Bb]
Key:
Em
Am
D
C
A
Em
Am
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ One hundred mortal souls are [D] we who fly from fear and strife,
[C] Denied our chosen destiny, [Em] new world, new land, new life.
[Am] Facing murder or starvation, we must [Em] somehow refuge gain,
And we [C] pray we [Am] find salvation [D] fifty miles into [Em] 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,
But we'll have to [Am] prove our mettle fifty miles [Em] into the main.
_ _ _ _ _ In 1587 we set [D] 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 were forced [Am] to look for shelter fifty [D] miles into the [Em] main. _ _ _
_ _ A seasoned pilot steers us wrong [D] and cannot find his way,
[C] Was he ashore in Spain too [Em] long and bought for traders' pay?
[Am] John White feared the foes of Raleigh [Em] might subvert our whole campaign,
[C] Cursing politics [Am] and folly [D] fifty 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 Groatoan allies [Em] cannot spare us meat or grain,
[C] So our only hope of help lies [D] fifty miles into [Em] the main.
By _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ God or mortal men we [D] trade, 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 where [Em] the land can life sustain,
And may [Am] the Lord your souls deliver 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 [Em] hold, the Croatoan home.
[Am] They have carved their destination [Em] in a tree to make it plain,
But [C] most flee in desperation fifty [A] miles into the main. _ _ _
_ _ One hundred mortal souls are we [D] who fly from fear and strife,
[C] Still seeking for our [Em] destiny, new world, new land, new life,
[Am] Plagued by savage hand or Spaniard, [Em] all our hopes may be in vain,
[C] But we'll follow promise westward [D] fifty miles into the main.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ One hundred mortal souls are [D] we who fly from fear and strife,
[C] Denied our chosen destiny, [Em] new world, new land, new life.
[Am] Facing murder or starvation, we must [Em] somehow refuge gain,
And we [C] pray we [Am] find salvation [D] fifty miles into [Em] 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,
But we'll have to [Am] prove our mettle fifty miles [Em] into the main.
_ _ _ _ _ In 1587 we set [D] 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 were forced [Am] to look for shelter fifty [D] miles into the [Em] main. _ _ _
_ _ A seasoned pilot steers us wrong [D] and cannot find his way,
[C] Was he ashore in Spain too [Em] long and bought for traders' pay?
[Am] John White feared the foes of Raleigh [Em] might subvert our whole campaign,
[C] Cursing politics [Am] and folly [D] fifty 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 Groatoan allies [Em] cannot spare us meat or grain,
[C] So our only hope of help lies [D] fifty miles into [Em] the main.
By _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ God or mortal men we [D] trade, 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 where [Em] the land can life sustain,
And may [Am] the Lord your souls deliver 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 [Em] hold, the Croatoan home.
[Am] They have carved their destination [Em] in a tree to make it plain,
But [C] most flee in desperation fifty [A] miles into the main. _ _ _
_ _ One hundred mortal souls are we [D] who fly from fear and strife,
[C] Still seeking for our [Em] destiny, new world, new land, new life,
[Am] Plagued by savage hand or Spaniard, [Em] all our hopes may be in vain,
[C] But we'll follow promise westward [D] fifty miles into the main.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _