Mark Knopfler - Sailing to philadelphia

I am ^EmJeremiah Dixon, I am a Geordie boy A glass of wine with you, sir, and the ^Gladies I'll en^Cjoy All ^DDurham and North^Gumber^Cland is ^Dmeasured up by ^Gmy own ^Chand ^D- It was my ^Gfate from ^Cbirth to ^Emmake my mark upon the ^Dearth

He ^Emcalls me Charlie Mason, a stargazer am I It seems that I was born to ^Gchart the evening ^Csky They'd ^Dcut me out for ^Gbaking ^Cbread, but ^DI had other ^Gdreams in^Cstead This ^Dbaker's boy from the ^GWest ^CCountry would ^Emjoin the Royal Socie^Dty

We are ^Gsailing ^D to Phila^Emdelphi^Ca, ^G a world a^Bmway from the ^Amcoaly ^DTyne ^BmSailing to Phila^Emdelphi^Ca ^Em to draw the ^Dline, the ^CMason ^D- Dixon ^GLine

Now you're a ^Emgood surveyor, Dixon, but I swear you'll make me mad The West will kill us both, you ^Ggullible Geordie ^Clad ^D- You talk of ^Gliber^Cty, how ^Dcan Ameri^Gca be ^Cfree? A ^DGeordie and a ^Gbaker's ^Cboy in the ^Emforests of the Iro^Dquois

Now ^Emhold your head up, Mason, see America lies there The morning tide has raised the ^Gcapes of Dela^Cware ^D- Come up and ^Gfeel the ^Csun, ^D a new morning ^Ghas be^Cgun A^Dnother day will ^Gmake it ^Cclear ^Emwhy your stars should guide us ^Dhere

We are ^Gsailing ^D to Phila^Emdelphi^Ca, ^G a world a^Bmway from the ^Amcoaly ^DTyne ^BmSailing to Phila^Emdelphi^Ca ^Em to draw the ^Dline, the ^CMason ^D- Dixon ^CLine ^G

The ^CMason ^D- Dixon ^GLine Em G Em D (x5) ^Em(fade)