Tabber: 49erhometown
Oh btw Capo on 2nd fret and then play the chords. Part of the song goes to 
arpeggio, which is just straight down from 6th to 1st string
E                                       A
Come round by my side & I'll sing you a song
      E                      D           E
I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong
   E                      E
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
          D                     E
And the choirs kept singing of freedom

E                                         A
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun
     E                      D           B7
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was "one"
       E           B7               E
At an old baptist church there was no need to run
          D                     E
And the choirs kept singing of freedom

E                                              A
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew
     E                         D         B7
And Denise McNair brought the number to "two"
        E            B7         E
The falcon of death was the creature they knew
          D                      E
And the choirs kept singing of freedom

E                                        A
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
      E                      D           B7
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was "three"
       E               B7          E
Her prayers and her feeling would shame you and me
          D                      E
And the choirs kept singing of freedom

E                                  A
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
        E                      D           B7
And the number her killers had given was "four"
     E             B7          E
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more
          D                      E
And the choirs kept singing of freedom

E                                        A
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground
          E              D             B7
And the people all over earth turned around
E           B7        E
For no on recalled a more cowardly sound
          D                       E
And the choirs kept singing of freedom

E                                     A
The men in the forest they once asked of me
     E                  D               B7
How many blackberries grow in the blue sea
E                 B7         E
And i asked them right back with a tear in my eye
       D                     E
How many dark ships in the forest?

E                                       A
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone
        E                  D                B7
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song
E             B7              E
I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong
          D                       E
And the choirs kept singing of freedom