Chords for Malvina Reynolds - Carolina Cotton Mill Song
Tempo:
121.4 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Cm
G
Eb
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Gm] Oh, I love to get into my clean bed with the sheets so fair and white.
And when I am in my clean bed, I sleep through most of the night.
And my dreams are hardly troubled by the worrying of my mind.
For the workers who [Gm] die of the brown lung in [Eb] the mills of [Gm] Caroline.
[Bb] Oh, the mystical people, they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system [Cm] are spoken, sung,
by the workers [G] who bear the [Cm] brown lung.
[Gm]
Oh, it's Burlington and Stevens and the names we wives know well,
[Cm] who advertise [D] the sheets and [Eb] towels and give us the [Gm] old soft sell.
And they'd rather buy the government men with promotions here and there,
[Cm] than pay out [Gm] company profits [Eb] to clean the cotton mill [G] air.
[Bb] Oh, the mystical people, they think they are wise.
With [Ab] the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
But [Fm] the truths of the system are [Cm] spoken and sung
[Ab] by the workers [G] who bear the brown lung.
[Gm] [Gm] Oh, some people talk of the yin and yang and move in a karma daze,
[Cm]
as though the [Gm] influence of the stars could change mill owners ways.
But the people who work in the [A] cotton mills, they know how [Gm] the world is run.
And [C] they need some help [Gm] of an earthly kind to leave their time in the sun.
[G]
[Bb] Oh, the mystical people, they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system [Cm] are spoken and sung
by [C] the workers who [G] bear the [Cm] brown lung.
[Gm]
Oh, the mystics, they wear the blue jeans, but their heads are in the stars.
[Cm] And they do not know how [Gm] the denim is made [Eb] of the years of workers wars.
And my place is not in an ivory tower seeking some power divine,
[Cm] but it's out on the [Gm] bricks with the union folks at [Eb] the mills in Caroline.
Oh, [Bb] the mystical people, they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces [G] and the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system [Cm] are spoken and sung
[G] by the workers who bear the [Cm] brown lung.
[N]
And when I am in my clean bed, I sleep through most of the night.
And my dreams are hardly troubled by the worrying of my mind.
For the workers who [Gm] die of the brown lung in [Eb] the mills of [Gm] Caroline.
[Bb] Oh, the mystical people, they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system [Cm] are spoken, sung,
by the workers [G] who bear the [Cm] brown lung.
[Gm]
Oh, it's Burlington and Stevens and the names we wives know well,
[Cm] who advertise [D] the sheets and [Eb] towels and give us the [Gm] old soft sell.
And they'd rather buy the government men with promotions here and there,
[Cm] than pay out [Gm] company profits [Eb] to clean the cotton mill [G] air.
[Bb] Oh, the mystical people, they think they are wise.
With [Ab] the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
But [Fm] the truths of the system are [Cm] spoken and sung
[Ab] by the workers [G] who bear the brown lung.
[Gm] [Gm] Oh, some people talk of the yin and yang and move in a karma daze,
[Cm]
as though the [Gm] influence of the stars could change mill owners ways.
But the people who work in the [A] cotton mills, they know how [Gm] the world is run.
And [C] they need some help [Gm] of an earthly kind to leave their time in the sun.
[G]
[Bb] Oh, the mystical people, they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system [Cm] are spoken and sung
by [C] the workers who [G] bear the [Cm] brown lung.
[Gm]
Oh, the mystics, they wear the blue jeans, but their heads are in the stars.
[Cm] And they do not know how [Gm] the denim is made [Eb] of the years of workers wars.
And my place is not in an ivory tower seeking some power divine,
[Cm] but it's out on the [Gm] bricks with the union folks at [Eb] the mills in Caroline.
Oh, [Bb] the mystical people, they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces [G] and the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system [Cm] are spoken and sung
[G] by the workers who bear the [Cm] brown lung.
[N]
Key:
Gm
Cm
G
Eb
Ab
Gm
Cm
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ Oh, I love to get into my clean bed with the sheets so fair and white.
And when I am in my clean bed, I sleep through most of the night.
_ And my dreams are hardly troubled by the worrying of my mind.
For the workers who [Gm] die of the brown lung in [Eb] the mills of [Gm] Caroline. _
_ [Bb] Oh, the mystical people, they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system _ [Cm] are spoken, _ sung,
by the workers [G] who bear the [Cm] brown lung. _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, it's Burlington and Stevens and the names we wives know well,
[Cm] who advertise [D] the sheets and [Eb] towels and give us the [Gm] old soft sell.
_ And they'd rather buy the government men with promotions here and there,
[Cm] than pay out [Gm] company profits [Eb] to clean the cotton mill [G] air. _ _
_ [Bb] Oh, the mystical people, they think they are wise.
With [Ab] the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
But [Fm] the truths of the system are [Cm] spoken and sung
[Ab] by the workers [G] who bear the brown lung.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] Oh, some people talk of the yin and yang and move in a karma daze,
[Cm]
as though the [Gm] influence of the stars could change mill owners ways.
But the people who work in the [A] cotton mills, they know how [Gm] the world is run.
And [C] they need some help [Gm] of an earthly kind to leave their time in the sun.
[G] _
_ [Bb] Oh, the mystical people, _ they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system _ [Cm] are spoken and sung
by [C] the workers who [G] bear the [Cm] brown lung.
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, the mystics, they wear the blue jeans, but their heads are in the stars.
[Cm] And they do not know how [Gm] the denim is made [Eb] of the years of workers wars. _
_ And my place is not in an ivory tower seeking some power divine,
[Cm] but it's out on the [Gm] bricks with the union folks at [Eb] the mills in Caroline. _ _ _
Oh, [Bb] the mystical people, they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces [G] and the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system [Cm] are spoken and sung
[G] by the workers who bear the [Cm] brown lung.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ Oh, I love to get into my clean bed with the sheets so fair and white.
And when I am in my clean bed, I sleep through most of the night.
_ And my dreams are hardly troubled by the worrying of my mind.
For the workers who [Gm] die of the brown lung in [Eb] the mills of [Gm] Caroline. _
_ [Bb] Oh, the mystical people, they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system _ [Cm] are spoken, _ sung,
by the workers [G] who bear the [Cm] brown lung. _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, it's Burlington and Stevens and the names we wives know well,
[Cm] who advertise [D] the sheets and [Eb] towels and give us the [Gm] old soft sell.
_ And they'd rather buy the government men with promotions here and there,
[Cm] than pay out [Gm] company profits [Eb] to clean the cotton mill [G] air. _ _
_ [Bb] Oh, the mystical people, they think they are wise.
With [Ab] the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
But [Fm] the truths of the system are [Cm] spoken and sung
[Ab] by the workers [G] who bear the brown lung.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] Oh, some people talk of the yin and yang and move in a karma daze,
[Cm]
as though the [Gm] influence of the stars could change mill owners ways.
But the people who work in the [A] cotton mills, they know how [Gm] the world is run.
And [C] they need some help [Gm] of an earthly kind to leave their time in the sun.
[G] _
_ [Bb] Oh, the mystical people, _ they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces, [G] the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system _ [Cm] are spoken and sung
by [C] the workers who [G] bear the [Cm] brown lung.
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, the mystics, they wear the blue jeans, but their heads are in the stars.
[Cm] And they do not know how [Gm] the denim is made [Eb] of the years of workers wars. _
_ And my place is not in an ivory tower seeking some power divine,
[Cm] but it's out on the [Gm] bricks with the union folks at [Eb] the mills in Caroline. _ _ _
Oh, [Bb] the mystical people, they think they are wise.
[Ab] With the smooth on their faces [G] and the stars in their eyes.
[Fm] But the truths of the system [Cm] are spoken and sung
[G] by the workers who bear the [Cm] brown lung.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _