Chords for It's Sister Jenny's Turn to Throw the Bomb 03 - We Have Fed You All For A Thousand Years

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We have fed you all [Bm] for a thousand [Am] years, and you [C] hail us [G] still unfed.
Though there's never a dollar [C] of all [Am] your wealth, what marks the [G] workers' debt?
We [C] have yielded our [Em] best to give you rest, and you lie [A] on your crimson wool.
_ [G] Well, if blood be the price of all [Am] your wealth, good [C] God, we have [G] paid in full.
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_ There is never a mine [Am] below Skyward now, but we're buried alive [G] for you.
_ There is never a wreck [Am] drifts shoreward now, but [C] we are its [G] ghastly crew.
[C] Though wrecked or dead [Em] by the porges, the red [A] or the factories where we spin.
_ [G] Well, if blood be the price of your cursed [Am] wealth, good God, [C] we have [G] paid in full.
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We [G] have fed you all for a thousand [Am] years, for that was our [G] doom, you know.
From the days when you chained us in [Am] your fields to the [C] strike of a [G] week ago.
You [C] have taken our lives, [Em] our husbands and our wives, and we're [A] told it's your legal share.
Well, [G] if blood be the price of your [Am] lawful wealth, good God, we have [G] bought it fair.
_ Good God, we have bought it fair. _ _ _ _ _ _ _