Roy Harper - I hate the white man

^DFar a^F#cross the ^Bmocean ^DIn the ^F#land of ^Bmlook and see ^DThere o^F#nce was a^Bm time ^E For yo^Au and me ^D

^DWhere the ^F#winds blow ^Bmsweetly ^DAnd the ^F#easy seas flo^Bmw still ^DAnd where^F# the barefoo^Bmt dream of life ^E Can lau^Agh and cry its fill ^D

^DWhere^F# slot machine ^Bmconfusions ^DAnd t^F#he plastic u^Bmniverse ^DAre o^F#bjects of ^Bmamusement ^E In the f^Aiction of their curse ^D

^DAnd w^F#here the crazy^Bm whiteman ^DAnd h^F#is teargas^Bm happiness ^DLies ^F#dead and long^Bm since buried ^E By his ^Aown fantastic mess ^D

^DFor I^F# hate the ^Bmwhiteman ^DAnd h^F#is plastic^Bm excuse ^DFor I^F# hate the ^Bmwhiteman ^G And the^F# man who t^Bmurned him ^F#loose...

^DAnd the^F# reins of colo^Bmured thunder ^DOf th^F#e stallion o^Bmf the dawn ^DRide ^F#the coalfire^Bm morning ^E On the b^Aeach where all is born ^D

^DWhere t^F#he emperor of ^Bmmeaning ^DIs bu^F#rning up h^Bmis forts ^DAnd s^F#its to warm his ^Bmtoes around ^E A fire m^Aade up of useless thoughts ^D

^DAnd when^F# the children ^Bmtempt him ^DWith ^F#the riddles of t^Bmheir trance ^DHe fli^F#ngs the flames ^Bmof solstice ^E Casting l^Aaughs into their dance ^D

^DAnd w^F#hile a crazy ^Bmwhiteman ^DIn th^F#e desert of ^Bmhis bones ^DLies ^F#as bleached as ^Bmthe paradise ^E He likes ^Ato think he owns ^D

^DAnd I^F# hate the ^Bmwhiteman ^DIn hi^F#s evergreen^Bm excuse ^DOh I ^F#hate the w^Bmhiteman ^G And the ^F#man who t^Bmurned him l^F#oose...

^DAnd f^F#ar across the ^Bmreaches ^DOf th^F#e drifting ^Bmyellow sands ^DThe li^F#ving carpet w^Bmilderness ^E Forever j^Aoins its hands ^D

^DWith ^F#heaven hell's^Bm attainment ^DIn a ^F#surging crest ^Bmof fire ^DWhere m^F#ore than all i^Bms thrown upon ^E The e^Aver lasting pyre ^D

^DAnd thr^F#ough the countles^Bms canticles ^DOf Ja^F#son's charcoal^Bm fleece ^DAre su^F#ng the songs of ^Bmnothing ^E In the ^Atimeless masterpiece ^D

^DAnd the^F#re stood in the middl^Bme Guess who? ^DIt's th^F#e everlasting b^Bmurst ^DBuilt b^F#y god's very own ^Bmwhiteman ^E As he ^Atries to rule the dust ^D

^DAnd I^F# hate the ^Bmwhiteman ^DIn his^F# doctrinaire a^Bmbuse ^DOh I ^F#hate the w^Bmhiteman ^G And the ^F#man who ^Bmturned you all^F# loose...

^DAnd t^F#he bowels of h^Bmis city ^DHave b^F#een locked into^Bm a safe ^DWhere t^F#he spew stains on ^Bmthe sidewalks ^E Are d^Aefenders of his faith ^D

^DWhile ^F#back inside his ^Bmkitchen ^DThe bowler^F# hatted, long haired^Bm saint ^DCleans^F# with soap and ^Bmwater ^E But it's really ^Ajust white paint ^D

^DWhile his^F# golden headed s^Bmcandal sheets ^DPresent ^F#their daily ^Bmbite ^DTo give ^F#their righteous ^Bmnews-bleeders ^E Drugs to ^Akeep them white ^D

^DWhile o^F#utside in the ^Bmwhitewash ^DWhere the^F# guns are al^Bmways, always right ^DA shoo^F#ting star has ^Bmsummoned ^E Its dark ^Aangel from his night ^D

^DAnd I^F# hate the ^Bmwhiteman ^DAnd h^F#is evergreen^Bm excuse ^DOh I ^F#hate the w^Bmhiteman ^G And the ^F#man who turned y^Bmou all lo^Gose And the ^F#man who turned ^Bmhim loo^Gse...