Thousands Are Sailing by The Pogues chord (text):

***Thousands Are Sailing - by Philip Chevron

from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God"



Thousands Are Sailing - as perfomed by The Pogues



Intro F#m E Bm A

 

Verse:

    A

The island it is silent now

        D

But the ghosts still haunt the waves

        A                 F#m

And the torch lights up a famished man

    Bm                     E

Who fortune could not save

 

E       A

Did you work upon the railroad

        D

Did you rid the streets of crime

          A                     F#m

Were your dollars from the white  house

     E                           A

Were they from the five and dime

        F#m

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you

        D                       A

And did they still make you cry

        F#m

Did you count the months and years

                Bm                E

Or did your teardrops quickly dry

    A

Ah, No, says he 'twas not to be

     D

On a coffin ship I came here

      A          F#m

And I never even got so far

     E                         A

That they could change my mind

 

Chorus:

F#m

Thousands are still sailing

 E                 Bm

Across the Western Ocean

     F#m

To a land of opportunity

     E                 Bm

That some of them will never see

F#m

Fortune prevailing

E                  Bm

Across the Western Ocean

      F#m

Their bellies full

 

And their spirits free

        E                   Bm

They'll break the chains of poverty

            D     F#m  E B D F#m E B

And they'll dance

 

F#m Bm   F#m D   A E  A E A

 

 

Verse 2

In Manhattan's desert twilight

In the death of afternoon

We stepped hand in hand on Broadway

Like the first man on the moon

And "The Blackbird" broke the silence

As you whistled it so sweet

And in Brendan Behan's footsteps

I danced up and down the street

 

Then we said goodnight to Broadway

Giving it our best regards

Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan

Dear old Times Square's favourite bard

Then we raised a glass to J.F.K.

And a dozen more besides

When I got back to my empty room

I suppose I must have cried

 

Chorus 2

Thousands are sailing

Again across the ocean

Where the hand of opportunity

Draws tickets in a lottery

Postcards we're mailing

Of sky-blue skies and oceans

From rooms the daylight never sees

Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees

But we dance to the music And we dance

 

Chorus 3

Thousands are sailing

Across the Western Ocean

Where the hand of opportunity

Draws tickets in a lottery

Where e'er we go, we celebrate

The land that makes us refugees

From fear of Priests with empty plates

From guilt and weeping effigies

And we dance

 

D F#m E B /*repeat to fade*/



***Version 2*** by Kristoffer Ekman



Capo 2nd fret



Intro	|Em   |Em   |D   |Am   |Em   |G	  |D   |Am   |G   |G   ||



    G			            C

The island it is silent now but the ghosts still haunt the waves

	G		  Em		   Am		     D

And the torch lights up a famished man who fortune could not save

	G			       C

Did you work upon the railroad did you rid the streets of crime

	  G	           Em			 D	           G

Were your dollars from the White House were they from the five and dime

	Em				 C		         G

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you and did they still make you cry

	Em				       Am	         D

Did you count the months and years or did your teardrops quickly dry

   G				   C

Ah no says he 'twas not to be on a coffin ship I came here

      G	         Em		 D		      G

And I never even got so far that they could change my name



Em		       D		 Am

Thousands are sailing across the Western Ocean 

Em		  G	      D	                Am	  Em		      D		        Am

To a land of opportunity that some of them will never see fortune prevailing across the Western Ocean

      Em		 G		      D		          Am		      C

Their bellies full their spirits free they'll break the chains of poverty and they'll dance



Inst 1	|Em   |D   |A   |G   |G   ||



In Manhattan's desert twilight in the death of afternoon

We stepped hand in hand on Broadway like the first men on the moon

And The Blackbird broke the silence as you whistled it so sweet

And in Brendan Behan's footsteps I danced up and down the street

Then we said goodnight to Broadway giving it our best regards

Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan dear old Times Square's favourite bard

Then we raised a glass to JFK and a dozen more besides

When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have cried



Thousands are sailing again across the ocean

Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery

Postcards we're mailing of sky-blue skies and oceans

From rooms the daylight never sees where lights don't glow on Christmas trees 

And they'll dance to the music and they'll dance



Inst 2	|Em   |D   |A   |C   |Em   |D   |A   ||

	|Em   |Em  |G	|D A |Em   |Em	|G   |D A ||

	|Em Am|Em C|G D	|G D G||



Thousands are sailing across the Western Ocean

Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery

Where e'er we go we celebrate the land that makes us refugees

From fear of Priests with empty plates from guilt and weeping effigies

Now we dance to the music and we dance we dance to the music and we dance



Outro	|Em   |D   |A   |C   |Em   |D   |A   ||

	|Em   |Em  |G	|D A |Em   |Em	|G   |D A ||

	|Em Am|Em C|G D	|G D G||