Judy Collins - Democracy

It's coming through a ^Chole in the ^Gair From those nights in ^DTiananmen ^GSquare It's ^Ccoming from the feel That this ^Fain't exactly ^Creal Or it's ^Greal, but it ^Dain't exactly ^Gthere From the ^Bwars against disorder From the ^Emsirens night and day From the ^Bfires of the homeless From the ^Emashes of the gay De^Dmocracy is coming^C to the U.S.^GA.

It's coming through a ^Ccrack in the ^Gwall On a visionary ^Dflood of ^Galcohol From the ^Cstaggering account Of the ^FSermon on the ^CMount Which I ^Gdon't pretend to ^Dunderstand at ^Gall It's ^Bcoming from the silence On the ^Emdock of the bay From the ^Bbrave, the bold, the battered Heart of ^EmChevrolet De^Dmocracy is coming^C to the U.S.^GA.

It's coming from the ^Csorrow in the ^Gstreet The holy places ^Dwhere the races ^Gmeet From the ^Chomicidal bitching That goes ^Fdown in every ^Ckitchen To de^Gtermine who will ^Dserve and who will ^Geat From the ^Bwells of disappointment Where the ^Emwomen kneel to pray For the ^Bgrace of god in the desert here And the ^Emdesert far away De^Dmocracy is coming^C to the U.S.^GA.

Sail ^Don, sail ^Con Oh ^Gmighty Ship of State To the ^DShores of Need Past the ^CReefs of Greed Through the ^GSqualls of Hate Sail ^Amon, sail ^Don, sail ^Con, sail ^Gon

It's coming to A^Cmerica ^Gfirst The cradle of the ^Dbest and of the ^Gworst It's ^Chere they got the range And the ma^Fchinery for ^Cchange And it's ^Ghere they got the ^Dspiritual ^Gthirst It's ^Bhere the family's broken And it's ^Emhere the lonely say That the ^Bheart has got to open In a ^Emfundamental way De^Dmocracy is coming^C to the U.S.^GA.

It's coming from the ^Cwomen and the ^Gmen Oh baby, we'll be ^Dmaking love a^Ggain We'll be ^Cgoing down so deep The ^Friver's going to ^Cweep And the ^Gmountain's going to ^Dshout, "A^Gmen!" It's ^Bcoming like the tidal flood Be^Emneath the lunar sway Im^Bperial, mysterious In ^Emamorous array De^Dmocracy is coming^C to the U.S.^GA.

Sail ^Don, sail^C on Oh ^Gmighty Ship of State To the ^DShores of Need Past the ^CReefs of Greed Through the ^GSqualls of Hate Sail ^Amon, sail ^Don, sail ^Con, sail ^Gon

I'm sentimental, if you ^Cknow what I ^Gmean I love the country, but I ^Dcan't stand the ^Gscene And I'm ^Cneither left or right I'm just ^Fstaying home to^Cnight Getting ^Glost in that ^Dhopeless little ^Gscreen But I'm ^Bstubborn as those garbage bags That ^Emtime cannot decay I'm ^Bjunk but I'm still holding up This ^Emlittle wild bouquet De^Dmocracy is coming^C to the U.S.^GA. ^{C G C}