Monday, September 4, 2023

Into the Mystic - Van Morrison

 

INTO THE MYSTIC – VAN MORRISON                                                                                               4 –

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We were born  before the wind.   Also younger than the sun.  Ere the bonny boat was won

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as    We sailed into the mystic.      Hark now, hear  the sailors cry.  Smell the sea and feel the

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Sky.   Let your soul and spirit fly as   We sail into the mystic.   (below plays in “when that foghorn”)

                  

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When that foghorn blows,  I will be comin home,  mmm     When that foghorn blows,  I

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Wanna hear it.     I don’t want to have to fear it.

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And I want to rock your gypsy soul,   Just like way back    in the days of old.  And

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magnificently We will float      Into the mystic.     (REPEAT CHORUS)

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Rich Men North of Richmond - Oliver Anthony Music

 

Rich Men North of Richmond   Oliver Anthony                                                                         3 –

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I’ve been selling my soul, working all day,  Overtime hours, for bullshit pay.  So I can sit out

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here, and   (waste my life away).   Drag back home and drown my troubles away.

 

 

CHORUS

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It’s a damn shame, what the worlds gotten to.  For people like me, and people like you.  Wish

             Em                              C                                G              D                        Em                  C              

I could just wake up and it not be true.  But it is.  Aw it is.  Livin in the new world,  with an

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Old soul.  These rich (men north of Richmond)  Lord knows they (all just)  Wanna have total

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control.   Wanna know what you think.  Wanna know what you do.  And they don’t think you

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know.  But  I know that you do.  Cause your dollar aint shit, and it’s taxed to no end. 

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Cause of rich men    North of Richmond.

 

 

   Em                                   C                                                         G                                                 D

I wish politicians, would look out for miners, And not just minors on an island somewhere.

                      Em                                           C                                      G                              D

Lord we got folks in the street, aint got nothin to  eat, and the obese milking welfare.  But God

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if your five foot three, and three hundred pounds, taxes not ought to pay for your bags of

 

 fudge rounds.                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

 

 

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Young men are putting themselves six feet in the ground.  Cause all this damn country does, is

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 keep kickin them down.

 

CHORUS

 

 

 

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I’ve been selling my soul, working all day,  Overtime hours, for bullshit pay. 

 

 

Ending ins.

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I wanna go home - Oliver Anthony Music

 

I wanna go home – Oliver Anthony Music                   C7&  032030                                                            0

Em7  6/0  6/2  G

 

 

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Well if it weren’t for my old dogs and the good Lord,  They’d have me strung up in the psych ward

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Cause every day livin in this new      World It’s just one too     Many days to me    Son

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We’re on the brink of the next world war     And I don’t think     Nobody’s prayin no more.   And  I aint

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Saying I know it for sure    I’m just down on my knees.

 

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Beggin Lord take me home.   I wanna go home.     I   don’t know which road to go     Been so long

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 just didn’t used to      Wake up  feeling this way    Cussin myself    Every damn day.    There’s

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Always somekind a bill to pay     People just doin     What the rich man say.  I wanna go home. 

 

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Four generations farmin the ground    Grandson sells it to a man outta town   Two weeks later the

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Trees go down.   Only got   Concrete growin around  beggin 

 

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Lord take me home.   I wanna go home.     I don’t know which road to go     Been so long

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 just didn’t used to      Wake up  feeling this way    Cussin myself    Every damn day.    People

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Have really gone and lost their way    They all just do what the TV say   And I wanna go home….

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If it weren’t for my old dogs and the good Lord,  They’d have me strung up in the psych ward.

 

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