Chords for Phil Ochs - A toast to those who are gone
Tempo:
122.15 bpm
Chords used:
Am
C
G
Em
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [Am]
[C] [B] [Am]
And ease the hour [Am] I've lain by my window [C] And thought of the people who've [Am] carried the
burdens Who [C] marched into strange fields [A] in search
of an [Am] answer [C] And ended their journeys [Am] an unwilling [G] hero
So here's a [Em] song to those who are gone [A] With never a reason [G] why
And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line And a [Dm] toll of the bell [G] for the next one to die
Back
[C] in the coal field, [Am] old Harlan County [C] Some talked of a union, [Am] some talked of good
wages [C] And they lined them up in the [Am] dark of the
forest And shot them down [Am] without asking [G] no questions
So here's a song [Em] to those who are gone [Am] With never a [G] reason why
[Em] And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line And [Dm] a toll of the bell for [G] the next one to die
[C] And over the ocean [Am] to the red Spanish soil [C] Came the Lincoln Brigade [Am] with their dreams
of a victory [C] But they fell in the fire of [Am] Germany's bombings
And [C] they fell cause nobody would hear [G] their sad warning
So [Am] here's a song to [Em] those who are gone [E] With never a [G] reason why
[Em] And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line [Dm] And a toll of the bell for the [G] next one to die
[C] In old Alabama, [Am] in old Mississippi Two [C] states of the Union [Am] so often found guilty
[C] They came on the buses, [Am] they came on the marches And [C] they lay in the jails or [Am] they fell [G] by
the highway So [Am] here's a song [Em] to those who are gone
[Am] With never a [G] reason why [Em] And a toast of the wine at the end of the
line And [Dm] a toll of the bell for [G] the next one to die
[C] This state it was Texas, [Am] town it was Dallas In [C] the flash of a rifle, [Am] life was soon over
[C] And nobody thought of [Am] the past million murders [C] And the long list of irony had [G] found a new champion
[Am] So here's a [Em] song to those who are gone [Am] With never a [G] reason why
[Em] And a toast of the wine at the end of the line [Dm] And a toll of the bell [G] for the next one to die
[C] [B] [Am]
And ease the hour [Am] I've lain by my window [C] And thought of the people who've [Am] carried the
burdens Who [C] marched into strange fields [A] in search
of an [Am] answer [C] And ended their journeys [Am] an unwilling [G] hero
So here's a [Em] song to those who are gone [A] With never a reason [G] why
And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line And a [Dm] toll of the bell [G] for the next one to die
Back
[C] in the coal field, [Am] old Harlan County [C] Some talked of a union, [Am] some talked of good
wages [C] And they lined them up in the [Am] dark of the
forest And shot them down [Am] without asking [G] no questions
So here's a song [Em] to those who are gone [Am] With never a [G] reason why
[Em] And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line And [Dm] a toll of the bell for [G] the next one to die
[C] And over the ocean [Am] to the red Spanish soil [C] Came the Lincoln Brigade [Am] with their dreams
of a victory [C] But they fell in the fire of [Am] Germany's bombings
And [C] they fell cause nobody would hear [G] their sad warning
So [Am] here's a song to [Em] those who are gone [E] With never a [G] reason why
[Em] And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line [Dm] And a toll of the bell for the [G] next one to die
[C] In old Alabama, [Am] in old Mississippi Two [C] states of the Union [Am] so often found guilty
[C] They came on the buses, [Am] they came on the marches And [C] they lay in the jails or [Am] they fell [G] by
the highway So [Am] here's a song [Em] to those who are gone
[Am] With never a [G] reason why [Em] And a toast of the wine at the end of the
line And [Dm] a toll of the bell for [G] the next one to die
[C] This state it was Texas, [Am] town it was Dallas In [C] the flash of a rifle, [Am] life was soon over
[C] And nobody thought of [Am] the past million murders [C] And the long list of irony had [G] found a new champion
[Am] So here's a [Em] song to those who are gone [Am] With never a [G] reason why
[Em] And a toast of the wine at the end of the line [Dm] And a toll of the bell [G] for the next one to die
Key:
Am
C
G
Em
Dm
Am
C
G
_ _ _ _ [Em] _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Am] _ _
And ease the hour [Am] I've lain by my window _ [C] And thought of the people who've [Am] carried the
burdens Who [C] marched into strange fields [A] in search
of an [Am] answer _ [C] And ended their journeys [Am] an unwilling [G] hero _
So here's a [Em] song to those who are gone [A] With never a reason [G] why _
And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line And a [Dm] toll of the bell [G] for the next one to die
Back _ _ _
_ [C] in the coal field, [Am] old Harlan County _ [C] Some talked of a union, [Am] some talked of good
wages [C] And they lined them up in the [Am] dark of the
forest _ And shot them down [Am] without asking [G] no questions _
So here's a song [Em] to those who are gone [Am] With never a [G] reason why
_ [Em] And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line And [Dm] a toll of the bell for [G] the next one to die _ _ _
[C] And over the ocean [Am] to the red Spanish soil _ [C] Came the Lincoln Brigade [Am] with their dreams
of a victory _ [C] But they fell in the fire of [Am] Germany's bombings
And [C] they fell cause nobody would hear [G] their sad warning
So [Am] _ here's a song to [Em] those who are gone [E] With never a [G] reason why
[Em] And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line [Dm] And a toll of the bell for the [G] next one to die _ _ _
[C] In old Alabama, [Am] in old Mississippi _ Two [C] states of the Union [Am] so often found guilty
_ [C] They came on the buses, [Am] they came on the marches And [C] they lay in the jails or [Am] they fell [G] by
the highway _ So [Am] here's a song [Em] to those who are gone
[Am] With never a [G] reason why [Em] And a toast of the wine at the end of the
line And [Dm] a toll of the bell for [G] the next one to die _ _
[C] This state it was Texas, _ [Am] town it was Dallas In [C] the flash of a rifle, [Am] life was soon over
_ _ [C] And nobody thought of [Am] the past million murders [C] And the long list of irony had [G] found a new champion _
_ [Am] So here's a [Em] song to those who are gone [Am] With never a [G] reason why
_ [Em] And a toast of the wine at the end of the line [Dm] And a toll of the bell [G] for the next one to die _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Am] _ _
And ease the hour [Am] I've lain by my window _ [C] And thought of the people who've [Am] carried the
burdens Who [C] marched into strange fields [A] in search
of an [Am] answer _ [C] And ended their journeys [Am] an unwilling [G] hero _
So here's a [Em] song to those who are gone [A] With never a reason [G] why _
And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line And a [Dm] toll of the bell [G] for the next one to die
Back _ _ _
_ [C] in the coal field, [Am] old Harlan County _ [C] Some talked of a union, [Am] some talked of good
wages [C] And they lined them up in the [Am] dark of the
forest _ And shot them down [Am] without asking [G] no questions _
So here's a song [Em] to those who are gone [Am] With never a [G] reason why
_ [Em] And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line And [Dm] a toll of the bell for [G] the next one to die _ _ _
[C] And over the ocean [Am] to the red Spanish soil _ [C] Came the Lincoln Brigade [Am] with their dreams
of a victory _ [C] But they fell in the fire of [Am] Germany's bombings
And [C] they fell cause nobody would hear [G] their sad warning
So [Am] _ here's a song to [Em] those who are gone [E] With never a [G] reason why
[Em] And a toast of the wine [Am] at the end of the line [Dm] And a toll of the bell for the [G] next one to die _ _ _
[C] In old Alabama, [Am] in old Mississippi _ Two [C] states of the Union [Am] so often found guilty
_ [C] They came on the buses, [Am] they came on the marches And [C] they lay in the jails or [Am] they fell [G] by
the highway _ So [Am] here's a song [Em] to those who are gone
[Am] With never a [G] reason why [Em] And a toast of the wine at the end of the
line And [Dm] a toll of the bell for [G] the next one to die _ _
[C] This state it was Texas, _ [Am] town it was Dallas In [C] the flash of a rifle, [Am] life was soon over
_ _ [C] And nobody thought of [Am] the past million murders [C] And the long list of irony had [G] found a new champion _
_ [Am] So here's a [Em] song to those who are gone [Am] With never a [G] reason why
_ [Em] And a toast of the wine at the end of the line [Dm] And a toll of the bell [G] for the next one to die _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _