Merrie Land chords with lyrics by The Good The Bad And The Queen - Easy chords and tabs for guitar

The Good The Bad And The Queen – Merrie Land chords

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[Intro]
|C    |C    |C    |C    |
|Em   |Em   |Bm   |Bm   |

[Verse]
CIf you're leaving please still say goodbye
And if you are leaving can you leave me my silver jubilee mug
EmMy old flag
My dark woods
BmMy sunrise
CIf you're leaving can you please say goodbye
And if you are leaving can you leave your number
EmI'll pack my case
And get in a cab And wave you goodbye
CI drive in the early hours down to the sea
I stand on the beach where the storms amplify
EmAll the voices that I care for
BmAnd the ghosts I hold sacred
CIn this alignment that lasts for a day
There's nothing that I can do anyway, anyway
EmWhat am I doing here?
BmWaiting for you?
Hey |C |C |Em |Bm | x2 [Verse]
CSo rebuild the railways
Firm up all the roads No one is leaving Now this is your home
EmThe horses, the foxes, the sheep, and the cows
BmBow down on their knees
CTo the fanfare of progress, it’s always the same
We cheer on the clowns as they roll into town
EmBut their faces look tired and sad to me
BmAnd carry the terrible things they've seen
C EmAll lost in a painting of a sky coloured oil
Bm CIn this Merrie Land
EmYou are my crows, my window rattlers
BmPerfumed valley criers
COh the dark ponds of Merrie England
The deep space echoes Get on your mo.....
EmWhat did you say? Mobility (You can fly)
BmGet on your mobilised hooters... (to the moon)
Hooters... Haha Mobilised Hooters... Haha
C(one day)
EmGet hold of those mobilised hooters
BmThey are half price
[Instrumental Break/Key Change] |B |B |G# |G# |F#m |D |F#m |D | [Verse]
CThis is not rhetoric
It comes from my heart I love this country Daneland, I am your kin
EmYou were the ones who work together
BmPut the money in the pockets
COf the few and their fortunes
Who crowd the school benches And jeer at us all because they don't care about us
EmThey are graceless and you shouldn't be with them
BmBecause they are all disconnected and raised up in mansions
CAnd two hundred plastic bags in a whale's stomach
So you turn to the trident Are we green are we pleasant?
EmWe are not either of those Father
BmWe are a shaking wreck where nothing grows
C Em BmLost in the sky coloured oils of Merrie Land
|C |C |
Em BmYou can fly to the moon
COne day
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