Indias Song
India ArieVersion1
90
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
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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