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Indias Song

India Arie
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 Too much hypocrisy in this old southern  town for me
 Way back in 1619 began this tragic  story
 Thrown into slavery the crime  was the colour of skin
 Never to see the light of the past again
 ]
 I wanna go where  the mountains are high enough  to echo my song
 I wanna go where  the rivers run deep enough to  drown my shame
 I wanna go  where the stars shine bright  enough to show me the way
 I wanna  go  where the wind calls my name
 The wind is calling India India  India
 It's a typical Savannah day
 So I take my guitar to the park and I play
 Sitting up under the live oak tree
 The strangest feeling came over me
 Is this the tree where my brother was hung?
 Is this the ground where is body was burnt?
 God gave to me the gift of song so I dedicate this one
 Superiority, who have you better than me
 Wasting precious time on racist mentality
 This is only the beginning
 because we'll be pushing up daisies in the ending
 Spirit knows no colour either you're a hater or a lover

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Readable chord sheet for Indias Song by India Arie

[Am7]  Too much hypocrisy in this old south[Em]ern town for me
[Am7]  Way back in 1619 began this tra[Em]gic story
[Am7]  Thrown into slavery the [Em]crime was the colour of skin
[Am7]  Never to see the light of the past agai[Em]n        [Cadd9]

]
I wanna go w[G]here the mountains are high enough[Cadd9] to echo my song          [G]                     [Cadd9]
I wanna go w[G]here the rivers run deep enough to[Cadd9] drown my shame           [G]                      [Cadd9]
I wanna go[Am7] where the stars shine br[Em]ight enough to show me the way [Am7]               [Em]
I wanna [Am7]   g[Em]o  [Cadd9]   where the wind calls my name         [G]           [Cadd9]                 [G]                   [Cadd9]
The wind is calling India I[G]ndia I[Cadd9]ndia      [G]

It's a typical Savannah day
So I take my guitar to the park and I play
Sitting up under the live oak tree
The strangest feeling came over me
Is this the tree where my brother was hung?
Is this the ground where is body was burnt?
God gave to me the gift of song so I dedicate this one

Superiority, who have you better than me
Wasting precious time on racist mentality
This is only the beginning
because we'll be pushing up daisies in the ending
Spirit knows no colour either you're a hater or a lover

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