Chords for Tommy Makem ~ Cherish The Ladies
Tempo:
117.75 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Dm
F
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
We're based in New York now and this is one of our immigrants all the way from the great
state of Michigan, Detroit, Michigan.
Kathy Ryan.
We all live in immigrant communities in New York with the exception of Benan from Denver
and they're populated mostly by Irish people and a lot of them undocumented aliens and
we wrote this song for them.
It's called The Back Door.
[F] I didn't see the Statue of [C]
Liberty, never [F] heard her welcoming [C] words.
[G] I came through the back door [C] silently,
[G] unwanted, unseen, and [C] unheard.
I
[Dm] know [G] I'm lonely [C] in this country, [Dm] I think [G] I always [C] have been.
[F] I knew [G] as a child [C] I'd leave Ireland.
[Dm] The goodbyes were [G] coasts in the wind, [F] a dream [G] handed down in [C] my family.
[Dm] Uncle Pat and [G] Aunt Anne before [C] him [Dm] and over [G]
[C] me, all [D] the songs they [G] sang [C] were of leaving.
[F] I didn't [G] see the Statue of [C]
Liberty, [F] never [G] heard her welcoming [C] words.
I [Dm] came [G] through the back door [C] silently,
[G] unwanted, unseen, and [C] unheard.
[Dm] I don't [G] mind hard work [C] for a living, [Dm] there's so [G] much I'm able to [C] do.
[Dm] I can't [G] spend my life [C] as a living [Dm] with nothing to look [G] forward to.
[F]
[Bm] [F] I want [G] my own bed and my [C] own kitchen.
[Dm] I want [G] my nights to [C] myself.
[Dm] I don't want [G] a high [C] ground anymore.
If [Dm] it means that I hide [G] from [C]
myself,
[Dm] give me your poor, [G] your tired, [C] [Am] [Dm] the [G] exiles of your teeming [C] shores.
[Dm] Words carved deep in stone [E] and in the hearts back at [Dm] home,
[C] but not meant for the living anymore.
I'm [Dm] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [Dm]
[G] [Am]
[Dm] a long [G] time out [C] by the back door, [D] a long [G] time passing [C] unseen.
[F] Voices [G] that haunt me [C] are harsh now, [Am]
[Dm] confuse me and urge [G] me to leave.
[F] But I claim the [G] promise [C] of this [Am] country, [Dm] and I have [G] the right to [C] my own dream,
[F] and no [G] one can take [C] that away from [G] me.
[Am] [Dm] I have half a chance here, [C] I'm not leaving.
[Em] [F] I didn't [G] see the statue [C] of [Am] liberty, never [F] heard [G] her welcoming [C] words.
[F] I came [G] through the back door, [C] silently.
[Am] [G]
Unwanted, unseen, and [C] unheard.
[G] Wanted, unseen, [C] and unheard.
[N]
Thank you.
state of Michigan, Detroit, Michigan.
Kathy Ryan.
We all live in immigrant communities in New York with the exception of Benan from Denver
and they're populated mostly by Irish people and a lot of them undocumented aliens and
we wrote this song for them.
It's called The Back Door.
[F] I didn't see the Statue of [C]
Liberty, never [F] heard her welcoming [C] words.
[G] I came through the back door [C] silently,
[G] unwanted, unseen, and [C] unheard.
I
[Dm] know [G] I'm lonely [C] in this country, [Dm] I think [G] I always [C] have been.
[F] I knew [G] as a child [C] I'd leave Ireland.
[Dm] The goodbyes were [G] coasts in the wind, [F] a dream [G] handed down in [C] my family.
[Dm] Uncle Pat and [G] Aunt Anne before [C] him [Dm] and over [G]
[C] me, all [D] the songs they [G] sang [C] were of leaving.
[F] I didn't [G] see the Statue of [C]
Liberty, [F] never [G] heard her welcoming [C] words.
I [Dm] came [G] through the back door [C] silently,
[G] unwanted, unseen, and [C] unheard.
[Dm] I don't [G] mind hard work [C] for a living, [Dm] there's so [G] much I'm able to [C] do.
[Dm] I can't [G] spend my life [C] as a living [Dm] with nothing to look [G] forward to.
[F]
[Bm] [F] I want [G] my own bed and my [C] own kitchen.
[Dm] I want [G] my nights to [C] myself.
[Dm] I don't want [G] a high [C] ground anymore.
If [Dm] it means that I hide [G] from [C]
myself,
[Dm] give me your poor, [G] your tired, [C] [Am] [Dm] the [G] exiles of your teeming [C] shores.
[Dm] Words carved deep in stone [E] and in the hearts back at [Dm] home,
[C] but not meant for the living anymore.
I'm [Dm] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [Dm]
[G] [Am]
[Dm] a long [G] time out [C] by the back door, [D] a long [G] time passing [C] unseen.
[F] Voices [G] that haunt me [C] are harsh now, [Am]
[Dm] confuse me and urge [G] me to leave.
[F] But I claim the [G] promise [C] of this [Am] country, [Dm] and I have [G] the right to [C] my own dream,
[F] and no [G] one can take [C] that away from [G] me.
[Am] [Dm] I have half a chance here, [C] I'm not leaving.
[Em] [F] I didn't [G] see the statue [C] of [Am] liberty, never [F] heard [G] her welcoming [C] words.
[F] I came [G] through the back door, [C] silently.
[Am] [G]
Unwanted, unseen, and [C] unheard.
[G] Wanted, unseen, [C] and unheard.
[N]
Thank you.
Key:
G
C
Dm
F
Am
G
C
Dm
We're based in New York now and this is one of our immigrants all the way from the great
state of Michigan, Detroit, Michigan.
Kathy Ryan. _ _
_ _ _ _ We all live in immigrant communities in New York with the exception of Benan from Denver
and they're populated mostly by Irish people and a lot of them undocumented aliens and
we wrote this song for them.
It's called The Back Door.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ I didn't see the Statue of [C] _
Liberty, _ never [F] heard her welcoming [C] _ words.
_ [G] I came through the back door _ [C] silently, _ _ _
[G] _ unwanted, _ _ unseen, _ _ and [C] unheard.
I _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] know [G] I'm lonely [C] in this country, [Dm] I think [G] I always [C] have been. _ _
[F] I knew [G] as a child [C] I'd leave Ireland.
[Dm] The goodbyes were [G] coasts in the wind, _ _ _ [F] a dream [G] handed down in [C] my family. _
[Dm] Uncle Pat and [G] Aunt Anne before [C] him _ _ [Dm] and over [G] _ _ _
[C] _ me, _ all [D] the songs they [G] sang [C] were of leaving. _ _
[F] I didn't [G] see the Statue of [C] _
Liberty, _ [F] never [G] heard her welcoming [C] words.
I _ [Dm] came [G] through the back door [C] silently, _ _ _
[G] _ unwanted, _ _ _ unseen, _ and [C] unheard. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] I don't [G] mind hard work [C] for a living, _ _ [Dm] there's so [G] much I'm able to [C] do.
_ _ [Dm] I can't [G] spend my life [C] as a living _ _ _ [Dm] with nothing to look [G] forward to.
_ _ [F] _
[Bm] [F] I want [G] my own bed and my [C] own kitchen.
_ _ _ [Dm] I want [G] my nights to [C] myself.
_ _ [Dm] I don't want [G] a high _ [C] ground anymore.
If [Dm] it means that I hide [G] from [C]
myself,
_ _ [Dm] give me your poor, [G] your tired, [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] the [G] exiles of your teeming [C] shores. _ _
_ [Dm] Words carved deep in stone [E] and in the hearts back at [Dm] _ home, _
[C] but not meant for the living anymore.
_ I'm [Dm] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] a long [G] time out [C] by the back door, [D] a long [G] time passing [C] unseen.
_ _ _ _ [F] Voices [G] that haunt me [C] are harsh now, [Am] _ _
[Dm] confuse me and urge [G] me to leave. _
_ _ [F] But I claim the [G] promise [C] of this [Am] country, _ [Dm] and I have [G] the right to [C] my own dream,
[F] and no [G] one can take [C] that away from [G] me.
[Am] _ [Dm] I have half a chance here, [C] I'm not leaving.
_ [Em] _ [F] I didn't [G] see the statue [C] of _ [Am] liberty, never [F] heard [G] her welcoming [C] words. _
_ [F] I came [G] through the back door, [C] silently.
[Am] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
Unwanted, unseen, _ _ and [C] _ unheard. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ Wanted, _ _ unseen, _ _ _ [C] and _ unheard.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ Thank you. _ _ _ _
state of Michigan, Detroit, Michigan.
Kathy Ryan. _ _
_ _ _ _ We all live in immigrant communities in New York with the exception of Benan from Denver
and they're populated mostly by Irish people and a lot of them undocumented aliens and
we wrote this song for them.
It's called The Back Door.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ I didn't see the Statue of [C] _
Liberty, _ never [F] heard her welcoming [C] _ words.
_ [G] I came through the back door _ [C] silently, _ _ _
[G] _ unwanted, _ _ unseen, _ _ and [C] unheard.
I _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] know [G] I'm lonely [C] in this country, [Dm] I think [G] I always [C] have been. _ _
[F] I knew [G] as a child [C] I'd leave Ireland.
[Dm] The goodbyes were [G] coasts in the wind, _ _ _ [F] a dream [G] handed down in [C] my family. _
[Dm] Uncle Pat and [G] Aunt Anne before [C] him _ _ [Dm] and over [G] _ _ _
[C] _ me, _ all [D] the songs they [G] sang [C] were of leaving. _ _
[F] I didn't [G] see the Statue of [C] _
Liberty, _ [F] never [G] heard her welcoming [C] words.
I _ [Dm] came [G] through the back door [C] silently, _ _ _
[G] _ unwanted, _ _ _ unseen, _ and [C] unheard. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] I don't [G] mind hard work [C] for a living, _ _ [Dm] there's so [G] much I'm able to [C] do.
_ _ [Dm] I can't [G] spend my life [C] as a living _ _ _ [Dm] with nothing to look [G] forward to.
_ _ [F] _
[Bm] [F] I want [G] my own bed and my [C] own kitchen.
_ _ _ [Dm] I want [G] my nights to [C] myself.
_ _ [Dm] I don't want [G] a high _ [C] ground anymore.
If [Dm] it means that I hide [G] from [C]
myself,
_ _ [Dm] give me your poor, [G] your tired, [C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] the [G] exiles of your teeming [C] shores. _ _
_ [Dm] Words carved deep in stone [E] and in the hearts back at [Dm] _ home, _
[C] but not meant for the living anymore.
_ I'm [Dm] _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
[Dm] a long [G] time out [C] by the back door, [D] a long [G] time passing [C] unseen.
_ _ _ _ [F] Voices [G] that haunt me [C] are harsh now, [Am] _ _
[Dm] confuse me and urge [G] me to leave. _
_ _ [F] But I claim the [G] promise [C] of this [Am] country, _ [Dm] and I have [G] the right to [C] my own dream,
[F] and no [G] one can take [C] that away from [G] me.
[Am] _ [Dm] I have half a chance here, [C] I'm not leaving.
_ [Em] _ [F] I didn't [G] see the statue [C] of _ [Am] liberty, never [F] heard [G] her welcoming [C] words. _
_ [F] I came [G] through the back door, [C] silently.
[Am] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
Unwanted, unseen, _ _ and [C] _ unheard. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ Wanted, _ _ unseen, _ _ _ [C] and _ unheard.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ Thank you. _ _ _ _