Phil Ochs - Ringing of revolution

^GIn a building of ^Cgold, with ^Griches un^Ctold, lived the ^Gfamilies on which the ^Ccountry was ^Gfounded

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. ^C And the ^Gmerchants of ^Cstyle, with their ^Gred velvet ^Csmiles, were ^Gthere, for they ^Emalso were ^Dhounded. And the ^Gsoft middle ^Cclass crowded ^Gin to the^C last, for the ^Gbuilding was ^Emfully sur^Bmrounded. ^GAnd the noise out^Cside was the ^Gringing ^D7of revo^Glution.

^GSadly they stared^C and sank i^Gn their c^Chairs and ^Gsearched for a ^Ccomforting n^Gotion.

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^C And the ^Grich silver w^Calls looked ready ^Gto fall ^C As th^Gey shook in doub^Emtful devot^Dion. The ice ^Gcubes would ^Cclink as they ^Gfreshened^C their drinks, wet thei^Gr minds in bi^Emtter emot^Bmion. ^GAnd they talked a^Cbout the ring^Ging of r^D7evoluti^Gon.

We were ha^Grdly aware of the hard^Cships they b^Geared,

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^C for ^Gour time was ^Ctaken with t^Greasure

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. ^C Oh, life^G was a game, ^Cand work was a sha^Gme, ^C And p^Gain was prevente^Emd by pleas^Dure. The worl^Gd, cold and ^Cgrey, was so f^Gar away ^C In the d^Gistance only ^Emmoney cou^Bmld measure. ^GBut their thought^Cs were broken^G by the ^D7ringing^G of revolution.

The clouds^G filled the room in da^Crkening doom^G

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^C a^Gs the crooked smoke ri^Cngs were ris^Ging.

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^C How long^G will it take^C, how can we escap^Ge ^C Someo^Gne asks, but no ^Emone's advi^Dsing. And the ^Gquivering fl^Coor responds t^Go the roa^Cr, In a sha^Gke no longer ^Emsurprisin^Bmg. ^GAs closer and clo^Cser comes the^G ringing^D7 of rev^Golution.

Softly the^Gy moan, please leave u^Cs alone ^G

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^C A^Gs back and ^Cforth they a^Gre paci

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ng^C. And they^G cover their ^Cears and try not t^Go hear ^C WIth ^Gpillows of silk ^Emthey're em^Dbracing. And the ^Gcrackling cr^Cowd is laughin^Gg out lou^Cd, peeking ^Gin at the ^Emtarget they're ^Bmchasing. ^GNow trembling ins^Cide the ringi^Gng of re^D7volutio^Gn.

^GWith compromise sway w^Ce give in ^Ghalf ^Cway ^GWhen we saw that ^Crebellion was ^Ggrowing

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. ^C Now ever^Gything's lost^C as they kneel by ^Gthe cross ^C Where^G the blood of ch^Emrist is st^Dill flowing. To late ^Gfor their so^Crrow they've r^Geached th^Ceir tomorrow an^Gd reaped the ^Emseed they^Bm were sowing. ^GNow harvested by ^Cthe ringing o^Gf revolu^D7tion. ^G

^GIn tattered tuxedos th^Cey faced the^G new h^Ceroes and ^Gcrawled ^Cabout in ^Gconfusi

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on^C. And they^G sheepishly g^Crinned for their m^Gemoroes wer^Ce dim of th^Ge decades of dar^Emk executio^Dn. Hollow h^Gands were ra^Cised; they sto^God there ^Camazed in the s^Ghattering of ^Emtheir ill^Bmusions. ^GAs the windows we^Cre smashed by^G the rin^D7ging of^G revolution.

^GDown on our knees we'r^Ce begging yo^Gu pleas^Ce, We're ^Gsorry for the ^Cway you were^G dri

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ve^Cn. There's ^Gno need to ta^Cunt just take what^G you want, ^C and w^Ge'll make amends^Em, if we're^D living. But away^G from the gr^Counds the flam^Ges told t^Che town that onl^Gy the dead ar^Eme forgive^Bmn. ^GAs they crumbled ^Cinside the ri^Gnging of^D7 revolu^Gtion.