Hợp âm My Country 'Tis of Thy People You're Dying

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[G]Now that your [E]big eyes
are [G]fi nally opened
[Am]Now [F]that you're wondering,
[Am]How must they [F]feel?
Meaning [G]them that you've [E]chased
cross [G]America's movie screens
[Am]Now that you're [F]wondering,
How can it be real?
That the ones [G]you've called colorful,
[E]noble [D]and proud
[G]In your school pro[Am] paganda
[F]The[Am]y starve in the[F]ir splendor
[G]You've asked for our commen[E]t,
I [D]simply will render
[G]My country[D] 'tis of [G]thy
people you're [D]dy [G]ing

[Verse 2]
[G]Now [E]that the longhouse
[D]s breed [G]superstition
You for[Am]ce us to se[F]nd our
[Am]toddlers [F]away
To your [G]schools where they're
[E]taught to des[D]pise their tradi[G]tions
For[Am]bid them their [F]languages
[Am]Then further [F]say that [G]American
[E]history [D]really [G]began
When [Am]Columbus set [F]sail out
of [Am]Europe and [F]stress
That the na[G]tion of [E]leeches
that's [D]conquered this [G]land
Are [Am]the biggest and [F]bravest and [Am]boldest,
and [F]best
And yet [G]where in your [E]his
tory [D]books is the [G]tale
Of the [Am]genocide ba[F]sic to
[Am]this country's [F]birth?
Of [G]the preachers who [E]lied?
How the [D]Bill of Rights [G]failed?
How [Am]a nation of [F]patriots re
[Am]turned to their [F]earth?
And [G]where will it [E]tell of the [D]Liberty [G]Bell
As it [Am]rang with a [F]thud over
[Am]Kinzua m[F]ud?
And of [G]brave Uncle [E]Sam
in [D]Alaska this [G]year?
My coun[D]try 'tis [G]of thy
[C]people [G]you[F]'re dying[G]

[Verse 3]
[G]Hear how the [E]bargain was
[D]made for the [G]West
With her [Am]shivering c[F]hildren in
[Am]zero de[F]grees[D]
[G]Blankets for [E]your land, so [D]the treaties attest
[G]Oh well, bla[Am]nkets for lan[F]d,
is a [Am]bargain in[F]deed
And [G]the blankets were [E]those Uncle
[D]Sam had collec[G]ted
From [Am]smallpox dis[F]eased dying
[Am]sol diers that d[F]ay
And the [G]tribes were wiped [E]out
And the [D]history books cen[G]sored
A hundred [Am]years of your [F]statesmen
have felt it's [Am]better this [F]way
Yet [G]a few of [E]the conquered
[D]have somehow sur[G]vived
Their [Am]blood runs the red[F]der
Though [Am]genes have been [F]paled
From [G]the Grand Canyon's
cav[E]erns
[D]To Craven's sad [G]hills
[Am]The wounded, [F]the losers,
the [Am]robbed sing their [F]tale
From Los [G]Angeles [E]County to
[D]upstate New [G]York
[Am]The white nation [F]fattens
while [Am]others grow [F]lean
Oh, [G]the tricked and [E]evicted
they [D]know what I [G]mean
My coun[D]try 'tis [G]of thy [C]people
[G]you[F]'re dy [D]ing[G]

[Verse 4]
[G]
The past it just [E]crumbled,
the fu[D]ture just [G]threatens
Our [Am]lifeblood shut [F]up in
your [Am]chemical [F]tanks
And [G]now here you [E]come,
bill [D]of sale in your [G]hand
And sur[Am]prise in your [F]eyes,
that we're [Am]lacking in [F]thanks
For [G]the blessings of [E]civiliza[D]tion
you've [G]brought us
[Am]The lessons you've [F]taught us
The [Am]ruin you've [F]wrought us
Oh, [G]see what our [E]trust in
[D]America's bought [G]us?
My coun[D]try 'tis [G]of thy
people [F]you're [D]dy [G]ing

[Verse 5]
[G]
Now that the [E]pride of the
[D]sires receives [G]charity
[Am]Now that we're h[F]armless
[Am]and safe behind [F]laws
[D]Now[G] that my lif[E]e's to
[D]be known as your [G]heritage
[Am]Now that e[F]ven [Am]the graves
have been [F]robbed
[G]Now that our [E]own chosen
[D]way is a nov[G]elty
[Am]Hands on our [F]hearts
[Am]We salute you your [F]victory
[D]Cho[G]ke on your blu[E]e,
white and [D]scarlet hypo[G]crisy
[Am]Pitying [F]the blindness that
[Am]you never [F]see
That the [G]eagles of [E]war whose
[D]wings lent you [G]glory
They [Am]were never no [F]more
than [Am]carrion [F]crows
Pushed [G]the wrens from their [E]nest
Stole their [D]eggs,
changed [G]their story
[Am]The mockingbird [F]sings it
It's [Am]all that she [F]knows
"Oh, [G]what can I [E]do?",
say [D]a powerless [G]few
With a [Am]lump in your [F]throat
and a [Am]tear in your eye
[F]Can't you[G] see that their
[E]poverty's [D]profiting [G]you?
My coun[D]try 'tis [G]of thy
[C]people [G]you[F]'re dyi[D]ng