The Good The Bad And The Queen – Merrie Land chords

[Intro]
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|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

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[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]
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[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

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Em          BmYou can fly to the moon
COne day