Chords for Staten Island-Johnny McEvoy
Tempo:
78.9 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
E
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
when they sailed over the horizon and up the Hudson River into New York Harbor was the Statue
of Liberty standing with her arm raised in the flame of freedom [E] and the words of welcome written
on the pedestal that say give me your tired your poor your huddled masses these words inspired
this next song [F] called Staten [E] Island.
[Bb]
We sailed our ship up the Hudson River to the wild Atlantic
we said farewell on Staten Island [Eb] when we [Bb] landed there we had our tale to tell
[F] we're the poor [Eb] the huddled masses we have crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old world for the new
world left the old ways to be free we left our homes in 47 turned our backs against the wind
from our ships of drinking timber we bid farewell to a famished land
[Eb] we're the poor the huddled [F] masses we have [Eb] crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old world for the new
world left the old ways to be free with heavy hearts we left behind us memories of better days
old men talking children laughing as we dance the night away
[F] we're the poor the huddled masses we have [Eb] crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for the [Bb] new
world left the old ways to be free
[Eb] [Bb]
still we hear their voices calling on the wind we hear the sound
friends and loved [Eb] ones old [Bb] and young ones lie beneath the famine mounds
we're the [Eb] poor the huddled masses [F] we have crossed [Bb] the lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for [Bb] the new world
left the old ways to be free and now those years are far behind us now our spirits have grown strong
in this land [Eb] that gave [Bb] us freedom and the will to carry on
we're the [Eb] poor the huddled masses we have crossed [Bb] the lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for [Bb] the new world
left the old ways to be free
[F] [Bb] [Bb]
[D] [N]
of Liberty standing with her arm raised in the flame of freedom [E] and the words of welcome written
on the pedestal that say give me your tired your poor your huddled masses these words inspired
this next song [F] called Staten [E] Island.
[Bb]
We sailed our ship up the Hudson River to the wild Atlantic
we said farewell on Staten Island [Eb] when we [Bb] landed there we had our tale to tell
[F] we're the poor [Eb] the huddled masses we have crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old world for the new
world left the old ways to be free we left our homes in 47 turned our backs against the wind
from our ships of drinking timber we bid farewell to a famished land
[Eb] we're the poor the huddled [F] masses we have [Eb] crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old world for the new
world left the old ways to be free with heavy hearts we left behind us memories of better days
old men talking children laughing as we dance the night away
[F] we're the poor the huddled masses we have [Eb] crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for the [Bb] new
world left the old ways to be free
[Eb] [Bb]
still we hear their voices calling on the wind we hear the sound
friends and loved [Eb] ones old [Bb] and young ones lie beneath the famine mounds
we're the [Eb] poor the huddled masses [F] we have crossed [Bb] the lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for [Bb] the new world
left the old ways to be free and now those years are far behind us now our spirits have grown strong
in this land [Eb] that gave [Bb] us freedom and the will to carry on
we're the [Eb] poor the huddled masses we have crossed [Bb] the lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for [Bb] the new world
left the old ways to be free
[F] [Bb] [Bb]
[D] [N]
Key:
Bb
Eb
F
E
D
Bb
Eb
F
when they sailed over the horizon and up the Hudson River into New York Harbor was the Statue
of Liberty standing with her arm raised in the flame of freedom [E] and the words of welcome written
on the pedestal that say give me your tired your poor your huddled masses these words inspired
this next song [F] called Staten [E] Island.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ We sailed our ship up the Hudson River to the wild Atlantic
we said farewell on Staten Island [Eb] when we [Bb] landed there we had our tale to tell
_ _ [F] we're the poor [Eb] the huddled masses we have crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old world for the new
world left the old ways to be free we left our homes in 47 turned our backs against the wind
from our ships of drinking timber we bid farewell to a famished land
_ _ [Eb] we're the poor the huddled [F] masses we have [Eb] crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old world for the new
world left the old ways to be free _ with heavy hearts we left behind us memories of better days
old men talking children laughing as we dance the night away
_ _ [F] we're the poor the huddled masses we have [Eb] crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for the [Bb] new
world left the old ways to be free _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ still we hear their voices calling on the wind we hear the sound
friends and loved [Eb] ones old [Bb] and young ones lie beneath the famine mounds
_ we're the [Eb] poor the huddled masses [F] we have crossed [Bb] the lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for [Bb] the new world
left the old ways to be free and now those years are far behind us now our spirits have grown strong
in this land [Eb] that gave [Bb] us freedom and the will to carry on
_ we're the [Eb] poor the huddled masses we have crossed [Bb] the lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for [Bb] the new world
left the old ways to be free
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
of Liberty standing with her arm raised in the flame of freedom [E] and the words of welcome written
on the pedestal that say give me your tired your poor your huddled masses these words inspired
this next song [F] called Staten [E] Island.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ We sailed our ship up the Hudson River to the wild Atlantic
we said farewell on Staten Island [Eb] when we [Bb] landed there we had our tale to tell
_ _ [F] we're the poor [Eb] the huddled masses we have crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old world for the new
world left the old ways to be free we left our homes in 47 turned our backs against the wind
from our ships of drinking timber we bid farewell to a famished land
_ _ [Eb] we're the poor the huddled [F] masses we have [Eb] crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old world for the new
world left the old ways to be free _ with heavy hearts we left behind us memories of better days
old men talking children laughing as we dance the night away
_ _ [F] we're the poor the huddled masses we have [Eb] crossed the [Bb] lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for the [Bb] new
world left the old ways to be free _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ still we hear their voices calling on the wind we hear the sound
friends and loved [Eb] ones old [Bb] and young ones lie beneath the famine mounds
_ we're the [Eb] poor the huddled masses [F] we have crossed [Bb] the lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for [Bb] the new world
left the old ways to be free and now those years are far behind us now our spirits have grown strong
in this land [Eb] that gave [Bb] us freedom and the will to carry on
_ we're the [Eb] poor the huddled masses we have crossed [Bb] the lonely sea left the old [Eb] world for [Bb] the new world
left the old ways to be free
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _