U2 - Silver And Gold (Live Rattle And Hum) Chords

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_ I used to pray for _ _ _ _ my people. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I used to pray for my people. _ _ _ _ _
I _ used _ _ _ _
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_ [F] _ _ _ to _ _
_ [A#] pray [Fm] for my people. _
I used to pray for my people.
_ _ _ I _
[F] used _ to pray for my people.
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_ _ _ _ In the shithouse of shotgun,
_ _ _ Praying hands hold me down.
_ _ _ Only the whipper was hunted
_ In this tin can town, _ tin can town.
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No stars in the black night, _ _ _
Looks like the sky fell down. _ _
_ No sun in the deep, _
Looks like it,
_ Shamed to the ground,
Shamed to the ground.
The water's sand,
[A] The edge of the soul,
[B] If you want a way out,
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_ [E] You should go. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ Broken back to the ceiling,
_ _ _ Broken over to the [A] floor.
_ _ [E] I scream and the silence is coming, _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ As the roof of my mind is leaking.
There's a _ _ shiver in my gut,
_ _ _ You should say something. _ _ _
I am so poor,
[A] I am [E] so poor.
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That's the black [A] man's
In the chateau,
[B] The king's in caret.
[G] _ _ Silver [E] and gold,
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Silver and gold.
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_ _ [Em] _ She's a coming [A] and a _ _ going.
[E] _ She's in captain's and king's.
_ _ She's in a navy blue uniform.
_ She's in a_ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ The temperature is rising.
_ [A] _ _ [E] _ The people wait. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Mommy, you got_ _ _ _ _
The world's about [A] me.
_ [E] _ And I've got a shooting in my future. _ _ _ _ _
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Inside those wings. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ A fly spider [A] in a cornerless pool,
[B] Hit where it [D] hurts.
_ _ Silver [E] and gold,
_ _ _ _ Silver and gold. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Yeah, _ _ [A] silver and [Em] gold.
Silver and gold.
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This song was written in a hotel room in New York City. _
_ _ _ _ [E] Around about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven,
Was putting together a [A] record of [Em] artists against [E] apartheid. _ _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ It's a song written about a man
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ In [Em] Shantytown, outside of Johannesburg.
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[E] _ A man who's sick,
[A] Or looking down the barrel [Em] of white [A] South Africa. _ _ _
A man who is at the point where he is ready
To take up arms against his [Em] oppressor.
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_ [E] A man who has lost faith in the [A] peacemakers of the West.
[Em] _ [A] _ _ [Em] While they argue. _
And while they fail [A] to support a man like Bishop Tutu.
_ And his request for economic sanctions _ against South Africa. _ _ _ _
Am I [Em] bugging you?
_ _ _ [A] I don't mean to bug you. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [E] _ _ Okay, Edge, play the blues. _
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