***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:
    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)EB DF#m EB
And they'll dance

F#mBm   F#mD   AE  AE 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*/

***Version 2*** by Kristoffer Ekman

Capo 2nd fret

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

    G (320003@1)	            CThe (x32010@1)island it is silent now but the ghosts still haunt the waves
	G (320003@1)  Em (022000@1)   Am (x02210@1)     DAnd (xx0232@1)the torch lights up a famished man who fortune could not save
	G (320003@1)	       CDid (x32010@1)you work upon the railroad did you rid the streets of crime
	  G (320003@1)          Em (022000@1)	 D (xx0232@1)          GWere (320003@1)your dollars from the White House were they from the five and dime
	Em (022000@1)		 C (x32010@1)         GDid (320003@1)the old songs taunt or cheer you and did they still make you cry
	Em (022000@1)		       Am (x02210@1)        DDid (xx0232@1)you count the months and years or did your teardrops quickly dry
   G (320003@1)		   CAh (x32010@1)no says he 'twas not to be on a coffin ship I came here
      G (320003@1)        Em (022000@1) D (xx0232@1)      GAnd (320003@1)I never even got so far that they could change my name

Em (022000@1)       D (xx0232@1) AmThousands (x02210@1)are sailing across the Western Ocean
Em (022000@1)  G (320003@1)     D (xx0232@1)               Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1)      D (xx0232@1)        AmTo (x02210@1)a land of opportunity that some of them will never see fortune prevailing across the Western Ocean
      Em (022000@1) G (320003@1)      D (xx0232@1)          Am (x02210@1)      CTheir (x32010@1)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 (x02220@1)  |Em	|G   |D A|| (x02220@1)	|Em Am|Em C|G D|G (xx0232@1)DG|| (xx0232@1)
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 (x02220@1)  |Em	|G   |D A|| (x02220@1)	|Em Am|Em C|G D|G (xx0232@1)DG|| (xx0232@1)