Orphans Of Wealth
Don McLeanVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
you listen to the recording. The main ones are: on the G chord that ends
the chorus and every second line in the verse he plays something on the
low E string like: |-0--2--0-| and he plays an F note between the G and Em{eot}
chords in the verse and chorus. Before the Final G in the outro he plays:
A--3--2--0-|
e|-----------------3--------------------|
B|-----------------3--------------------|
G|-----------------0--------------------|
D|-----------------0--------------------|
A|--------0--2--3--2-----0--2--3--------|
E|---3-------------3--------------------|
There is no time to discuss or debate
What is right, what is wrong for our people
Time has run out for all those who wait
With bent limbs and minds that are feeble
And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls and blows through their door
And the seasons revolve 'mid their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise, they cover the floor
And they come from the north and they come from the south
And they come from the hills and they valleys
And they're migrants and farmers and miners and humans
Our census neglected to tally
And they're African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian
Hungry and hopeless Americans
The orphans of wealth and of adequate health
Disowned by this nation they live in
And with weather-worn hands On bread lines they stand
Yet but one more degradation
Yes, and they're treated like tramps While we sell them food stamps
This thriving and prosperous nation
And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets
Infested, diseased, and decaying
With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze
By the poisonous pools they are playing
In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs
With corpses breathing inside them
Yes, and we pity their plight as they call in the night
And we do all that we can do to hide them
And the rain falls and blows through their window
And the snow falls in white drifts that fall
and the tides rise, with floods in the nursery
and a child is crying
hes hungry and cold
his life has been sold
his young face looks old
its the face of america dying
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Readable chord sheet for Orphans Of Wealth by Don McLean
you listen to the recording. The main ones are: on the G chord that ends the chorus and every second line in the verse he plays something on the low E string like: |-0--2--0-| and he plays an F chords in the verse and chorus. Before the Final G in the outro he plays: A--3--2--0-| e|-----------------3--------------------| B|-----------------3--------------------| G|-----------------0--------------------| D|-----------------0--------------------| A|--------0--2--3--2-----0--2--3--------| E|---3-------------3--------------------| The[G]re is no ti[D]me to dis[G]cuss or [Em]debate What is ri[C]ght, what is wr[D]ong for our peo[G]ple Tim[G]e has run o[D]ut for a[G]ll those who w[Em]ait With bent [C]limbs and minds[D] that are fee[G]ble [G]And the rain fa[Em]lls and blo[C]ws through their wi[D]ndow [G]And the snow fa[Em]lls and blo[C]ws through their do[D]or [G]And the seasons revo[Em]lve 'mid th[C]eir sounds of starv[D]ation [G]When the tides [Em]rise, they [C]cover the f[G]loor [G]And they come from the no[D]rth and th[G]ey come from the s[Em]outh And they [C]come from the h[D]ills and they va[G]lleys And they're mig[G]rants and far[D]mers and min[G]ers and hu[Em]mans Our cen[C]sus negle[D]cted to ta[G]lly And they're Af[G]rican, Me[D]xican, Cauc[G]asian, Ind[Em]ian H[C]ungry and hop[D]eless Amer[G]icans [G]The orphans of we[D]alth and of ade[G]quate he[Em]alth D[C]isowned by this nat[D]ion they l[G]ive in And with we[G]ather-worn ha[D]nds On brea[G]d lines they st[Em]and [C]Yet but one m[D]ore degrad[G]ation [G]Yes, and they're treated like tra[D]mps While we s[G]ell them food st[Em]amps This thriv[C]ing and prosp[D]erous nati[G]on And with ro[G]aches and ric[D]kets and r[G]ats in the thi[Em]ckets [C]Infested, dis[D]eased, and deca[G]ying With ra[G]gs and no sho[D]es and skin[G] sores that [Em]ooze By the poi[C]sonous po[D]ols they are pl[G]aying [G]In shacks [D]of two rooms that[G] are rotting woo[Em]d tombs With cor[C]pses brea[D]thing inside th[G]em Yes, and we p[G]ity their p[D]light as they [G]call in the n[Em]ight And we do all[C] that we can [D]do to hide them[G] [G]And the rain f[Em]alls and bl[C]ows through their w[D]indow [G]And the snow fa[Em]lls in whit[C]e drifts that fall [D] [G]and the tides r[Em]ise, with f[C]loods in the nurser[D]y [G]and a child is [Em]crying [C]hes hungry and co[D]ld [C]his life has been s[D]old [C]his young face looks [D]old its the fa[C]ce of am[D]erica d[G]ying