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No Man’s Land – Sufjan Stevens The Avalanche Chords by Robert Mosolgo Capo VII Intro (relative to capo) C F C Am G C F C F C E-00-11-33-------------------------------------------| B-11-11-11--11-33-55-11-55---------------------------| G-----------22-44-55-22-00-22-00---------------------| D--------------------------33-22---------------------| A----------------------------------------------------| E----------------------------------------------------| Verse: C F Am (w/third fret on high e) Up in the highest of heights
O'HGara blinks and Cfights This lGand is Fyours; this lCand is mine. CI see the FCaptain in Amred, Gand Cairo at Chis head. This Gland is yours; Fthis land is Cmine.
The lightning over the park, the waters--brash and dark We take a swim; we take a swim. I never meant to escape the carpet and the trade This land is yours; this land is mine. And when I make up my mind I change it all the time I take it back; I take it back. The numbers over the dam, Jo Davies and the band, I count them out; I count them out. Chorus:
F There waAms a car in Gthe bay by the Amboat that Emswept and Fswayed Whoever you Amare in the Glight in the Amwater thEmat we Fmade I'm counting it Gout I'm counting it Amout I'm working it Gout inFside I'm counting it Gout from the flCoor
The ferry hatches Moline Panola Beauty Queen She takes a bow; she takes a bow. In Charles, we climb the hill and Danville window sill I take it back; I take it back. My sister she counts the bars, the Macon county cars, She takes a bow; she takes a bow. The Mississippi amends the Carver and the bends This land is yours; this land is mine. My brother punches my ear. The injured ivory deer I call my dad; I call my dad. We skip inside of the store the Mason winter door This land is yours; this land is mine. There was a car in the bay by the boat that swept and swayed Whoever you are in the light in the water that we made I'm holding your hand by the shore With our collars pulled up tight I'm counting it out I'm counting it out I'm working it out inside I'm counting it out (This land is not your land For the right hand takes what it can, ransacks with the mad man. For this land is not yours or mine to have. This land was made for the good of itself.)