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Union Sundown

Bob Dylan
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D-DU-UDU
 Well, my shoes,  they come from Singapore,
 My flashlight's from Taiwan,
 My tablecloth's  from Malaysia,
 My belt buckle's from the Amazon.
 You know, this shirt  I wear comes from the Philippines
 And the car I drive is a Chevrolet,
 It was put  together down in Argentina
 By a guy makin' thirty cents a day.
 Well, it's sundown  on the union
 And what's made  in the U.S.A.
Sure  was a good idea
 'Til greed  got in the way.
 Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong
 And the pearls are from Japan.
 Well, the dog collar's from India
 And the flower pot's from Pakistan.
 All the furniture, it says "Made in Brazil"
 Where a woman, she slaved for sure
 Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve,
 You know, that's a lot of money to her.
 Well, you know, lots of people complainin' that there is no work.
 I say, "Why you say that for
 When nothin' you got is U.S.-made?"
 They don't make nothin' here no more,
 You know, capitalism is above the law.
 It say, "It don't count 'less it sells."
 When it costs too much to build it at home
 You just build it cheaper someplace else.
 Well, the job that you used to have,
 They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador.
 The unions are big business, friend,
 And they're goin' out like a dinosaur.
 They used to grow food in Kansas
 Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.
 I can see the day coming when even your home garden
 Is gonna be against the law.
 Democracy don't rule the world,
 You'd better get that in your head.
 This world is ruled by violence
 But I guess that's better left unsaid.
 From Broadway to the Milky Way,
 That's a lot of territory indeed
 And a man's gonna do what he has to do
 When he's got a hungry mouth to feed.

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Readable chord sheet for Union Sundown by Bob Dylan

[A]

Well, my [A]shoes, they come from Singa[G]pore,
My flashlight's from Tai[A]wan,
My [A]tablecloth's from Ma[G]laysia,
My belt buckle's from the Ama[A]zon.
You know, this [A]shirt I wear comes from the Philip[G]pines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet[A],
It was [A]put together down in Argentin[G]a
By a guy makin' thirty cents a [A]day.

Well, it's [D]sundown on the [A]union
And what's [D]made in the U.S.[A]A.
[D]Sure was a good id[A]ea
'Til [D]greed got in the [E]way.        [A]

Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong
And the pearls are from Japan.
Well, the dog collar's from India
And the flower pot's from Pakistan.
All the furniture, it says "Made in Brazil"
Where a woman, she slaved for sure
Bringin' home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve,
You know, that's a lot of money to her.

Well, you know, lots of people complainin' that there is no work.
I say, "Why you say that for
When nothin' you got is U.S.-made?"
They don't make nothin' here no more,
You know, capitalism is above the law.
It say, "It don't count 'less it sells."
When it costs too much to build it at home
You just build it cheaper someplace else.

Well, the job that you used to have,
They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador.
The unions are big business, friend,
And they're goin' out like a dinosaur.
They used to grow food in Kansas
Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.
I can see the day coming when even your home garden
Is gonna be against the law.

Democracy don't rule the world,
You'd better get that in your head.
This world is ruled by violence
But I guess that's better left unsaid.
From Broadway to the Milky Way,
That's a lot of territory indeed
And a man's gonna do what he has to do
When he's got a hungry mouth to feed.

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