Chords for Judy Collins - Democracy (Leonard Cohen)

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It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights [F] in Tiananmen Square.
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It's coming from the feel that this ain't exactly [Bb] real, or it's real but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against [D] disorder, from the sirens night and day, from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the [F] gay, democracy [Eb] is coming to [Bb] the USA.
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_ _ It's coming through a crack in the wall, on a visionary flood of alcohol.
[Eb] From the staggering account of the Sermon on the [Bb] Mount, which I don't pretend to understand at all.
[D] It's coming from the [Gm] silence on the dot of the [D] bay, from the brave, the bold, the [Gm] battered
heart of [F] Chevrolet, democracy is [Eb] coming to [Bb] the USA.
_ [Ebm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ It's coming from the sorrow in the street, the holy places where the races meet.
[Eb] From the homicidal vision that goes down in every [Bb] kitchen to determine who will serve
and who will eat.
[D] From the wells of disappointment where the women kneel to pray for the grace of God in
the desert here and the desert far [F] away, democracy is [Eb] coming to the [Bb] USA.
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_ _ [F] Sail on, [Eb] sail on, _ [Bb]
almighty ship of state, [F] to the shores of [Eb] need, past the reefs of [Bb] greed,
through the squalls of hate.
[Cm] Sail on, [F] sail on, [Eb] sail [Bb] on.
It's _ _ _ _ _ coming to America first, the cradle of the best and of the worst.
[Eb] It's here they got the range and the machinery for change, and it's here they got the [Bb] spiritual first.
[D] It's here the family's broken [Gm] and it's here the lonely say [D] that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way.
[F] Democracy is coming [Eb] to the [Bb] USA.
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_ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ [Bb] It's coming from the women and the men, oh baby, we'll be making love again.
[Eb] We'll be going down so deep that the river's gonna weep and the mountains gonna [Bb] shout amen.
[D] It's coming like the tidal [Dm] flood beneath the lunar sway, [D] imperial and mysterious [Gm] in an amorous array.
[F] Democracy is coming [Eb]
to the [Bb] USA.
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[F] Sail on, [Eb] sail on, [Bb] almighty ship of state, [F] to the shores of need, [Eb] past the reefs of greed,
through the [Bb] squalls of hate.
[Cm] Sail on, [F] sail on, [Eb] sail _ [Bb]
on.
_ _ _ _ I'm sentimental if you know what I mean.
I love the country, but I can't stand the sea.
And [Eb] I'm neither left or right, [Ab] I'm just staying home tonight, getting lost in the
hopeless little [Bb] screen.
But [D] I'm stubborn as those garbage bags [Gm] and time cannot decay.
[D] I'm junk, but I'm still holding up [Gm] this little wild bouquet.
[F] Democracy is coming [Eb] to the [Bb] USA.
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