#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: HISCAP@LUSTA.LATROBE.EDU.AU (PERRETT,Andrew) The Pogues, Thousands Are Sailing Intro F#m E Bm A Verse: AThe (x02220@1)island it is silent now DBut (xx0232@1)the ghosts still haunt the waves A (x02220@1) F#mAnd (244222@1)the torch lights up a famished man Bm (x24432@1) EWho (022100@1)fortune could not save E (022100@1) ADid (x02220@1)you work upon the railroad DDid (xx0232@1)you rid the streets of crime A (x02220@1) F#mWere (244222@1)your dollars from the white house E (022100@1) AWere (x02220@1)they from the five and dime F#mDid (244222@1)the old songs taunt or cheer you D (xx0232@1) AAnd (x02220@1)did they still make you cry F#mDid (244222@1)you count the months and years Bm (x24432@1) EOr (022100@1)did your teardrops quickly dry AAh, (x02220@1)No, says he 'twas not to be DOn (xx0232@1)a coffin ship I came here A (x02220@1) F#mAnd (244222@1)I never even got so far E (022100@1) AThat (x02220@1)they could change my mind Chorus: F#mThousands (244222@1)are still sailing E (022100@1) BmAcross (x24432@1)the Western Ocean F#mTo (244222@1)a land of opportunity E (022100@1) BmThat (x24432@1)some of them will never see F#mFortune (244222@1)prevailing E (022100@1) BmAcross (x24432@1)the Western Ocean F#mTheir (244222@1)bellies full And their spirits free E (022100@1) BmThey'll (x24432@1)break the chains of poverty D (xx0232@1) F#m (244222@1)E (022100@1)name="chord_x2444x@1">B D (xx0232@1)name="chord_244222@1">F#m E (022100@1)name="chord_x2444x@1">B And they'll dance F#m (244222@1)name="chord_x24432@1">Bm F#m (244222@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D A (x02220@1)name="chord_022100@1">E A (x02220@1)name="chord_022100@1">E A (x02220@1) 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*/