The Mavericks - From hell to paradise

^GFor thirty years they ^Csang the song of ^Dpromised victory ^Gbut who they?ve fought and ^Cwho has won didn?t ^Dmatter much to me ^Gwell I see them driving ^Cdown the streets in their ^Dfancy shiny cars ^Gcrowds of people ^Cto their feet and their ^Dfaces full of scars

^GNo pleasantries, no ^Cluxuries and no ^Dlittle children?s milk ^Gwhile minister?s wives ^Cspent all their lives in ^DChina?s finest silk ^Gwell my back?s been broken ^Cmany times but my ^Dspirit lingers on ^Gthe day it comes my ^Cway on freedom?s ^Dship I will be gone

^GFrom hell to ^Cpara- ^D-dise I?ll ^Galways ^Cpay the ^Dprice ^GFrom hell to ^Cpara- ^D-dise I?ll ^Galways ^Cpay the ^Dprice

^GThis 90 mile ^Ctrip has taken ^D30 years to make ^Gthey tried to keep ^Cforever what was ^Dnever theirs to take ^Gwell I cursed and scratched the ^Cdevils hand as he ^Dstood in front of me ^Gand one last drag from this ^Cbig cigar and he ^Dfinally set me free

^GFrom hell to ^Cpara- ^D-dise I?ll ^Galways ^Cpay the ^Dprice ^GFrom hell to ^Cpara- ^D-dise I?ll ^Galways ^Cpay the ^Dprice