We Are The Sons Of Woody Guthrie

[D]
G[D]ive 'em hell in New York Gabe, Don't let 'em see you down
Tell [Bm]all the boys from New York, 'bout that Oklahoma City sound
With our h[G]earts raised high in unison, Singing a melody
That's been impl[G]anted in the streets for y[D]ears
It's kind of h[A]ard to fall on d[G]eaf ears, No!

[D]   [Bm]   [G]   [D] [A]

There's [D]no way th[A]at you're really gone
'Cause we c[Bm]aptured that spotlight you'll bring it h[G]ome
[D]   We've turned our backs on the s[A]un
Embraced the road and chased the m[Bm]oon
And sang along to the stere[G]o, Fuckin Stereo! [A]    [G]       [Bm]           [G]

[Bm]  No matter how cl[A]ose we c[G]ame   [A]      [G]         [Bm]             [G]
[G]  Another band of [A]almost made it f[D]ame

[D]  Southbound Broadway extension
[G]  Turn right on 23rd
[D]  There is a perfect picture of poverty
[G]  And it'll be missed when it's gone

I'm in this h[Bm]ole living my father's dr[G]eam
I'm just tr[D]ying to find a better way out
And in this s[Bm]ong where we bel[G]ong
I'm just tr[D]ying to find a better way out

[Bm]  [D]  [G]  [D]  [Bm] [A] [G]  [Bm] [A] [G]   [A]

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[D]  Still here but nothing's changed
[A]  Spread the word wherever we go
[Bm]  We won't be s[A]ilenced anymore
[D]  Singing our own refrain
[A]  No broken hearts inflated egos
[Bm]  We won't be s[A]ilenced anymore

[A]  [G]  [Bm]  [G]  [A]--