Mark Knopfler - Sailing to philadelphia

I am Jere^Emmiah Dixon, I am a Geordie boy, a glass of wine with you, sir , and the la^Gdies I'll en^Cjoy. All Dur^Dham and Nort^Ghumber^Cland is me^Dasured up by ^Gmy own h^Cand, it wa^Ds my ^Gfate from ^Cbirth to ^Emmake my mark upon the earth^D.

He call^Ems me Charlie Mason, a stargazer am I, it seems that I was born to chart the e^Gvening s^Cky. They'd c^Dut me out for ^Gbaking ^Cbread, but^D I had other ^Gdreams ins^Ctead, this bak^Der's boy from the w^Gest co^Cuntry would ^Emjoin the Royal Society.^D We are s^Gailing ^D to Philad^Emelphia,^{C G}world ^Bmaway from the c^Amoaly ^DTyne, s^Bmailing to Philad^Emelp^Chia ^Em to draw the ^Dline, the ^CMason ^D - Dixon ^GLine.

Now you'r^Eme a good surveyor, Dixon, but I swear you'll make me mad, the West will kill us both, you gull^Gible Geordie ^Clad. You ta^Dlk of li^Gbert^Cy, how can ^DAmer^Gica be fr^Cee ? A Geord^Die and a ^Gbaker's ^Cboy in ^Emthe forests of the Iroquoi^Ds.

Now hold ^Emyour head up, Mason, see America lies there, the morning tide has raised, the capes of ^GDelawar^Ce. Come up^D and f^Geel the ^Csun, ^D a new mor^Gning is beg^Cun, anot^Dher day will m^Gake it c^Clear, w^Emhy your stars should guide us here^D. We are s^Gailing ^D to Phila^Emdelphia^C, ^Gworld aw^Bmay from the ^Amcoaly ^DTyne, s^Bmailing to Phila^Emdelp^Chia ^Em to draw the l^Dine, the M^Cason - D^Dixon Li^Amne, the ^DMason ^C -Dixon^D Line ^G