***Thousands Are Sailing - by Philip Chevron from the album "If I Should Fall From Grace With God" Thousands Are Sailing - as perfomed by The Pogues Intro F#m E Bm A Verse:

The ^Aisland it is silent now But the ^Dghosts still haunt the waves And the ^Atorch lights up a ^F#mfamished man Who ^Bmfortune could not save ^E

^EDid you ^Awork upon the railroad Did you ^Drid the streets of crime Were your ^Adollars from the white^F#m house Were ^Ethey from the five and dime ^A Did the ^F#mold songs taunt or cheer you And did ^Dthey still make you cry ^A Did you ^F#mcount the months and years Or did your tear^Bmdrops quickly dry ^E Ah, ^ANo, says he 'twas not to be On a ^Dcoffin ship I came here And I ^Anever even ^F#mgot so far That ^Ethey could change my mind ^A

Chorus:

^F#mThousands are still sailing A^Ecross the Western ^BmOcean To a ^F#mland of opportunity That ^Esome of them will ^Bmnever see ^F#mFortune prevailing ^EAcross the Western ^BmOcean Their ^F#mbellies full

And their spirits free

They'll ^Ebreak the chains of ^Bmpoverty And they'll ^Ddance ^F#m ^E ^B ^D ^F#m ^E ^B

F#m Bm F#m D A E A E A Verse 2 In Manhattan's desert twilight In the death of afternoon We stepped hand in hand on Broadway Like the first man on the moon And "The Blackbird" broke the silence As you whistled it so sweet And in Brendan Behan's footsteps I danced up and down the street Then we said goodnight to Broadway Giving it our best regards Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan Dear old Times Square's favourite bard Then we raised a glass to J.F.K. And a dozen more besides When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have cried Chorus 2 Thousands are sailing Again across the ocean Where the hand of opportunity Draws tickets in a lottery Postcards we're mailing Of sky-blue skies and oceans From rooms the daylight never sees Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees But we dance to the music And we dance Chorus 3 Thousands are sailing Across the Western Ocean Where the hand of opportunity Draws tickets in a lottery Where e'er we go, we celebrate The land that makes us refugees From fear of Priests with empty plates From guilt and weeping effigies And we dance D F#m E B /*repeat to fade*/ ***Version 2*** by Kristoffer Ekman Capo 2nd fret Intro |Em |Em |D |Am |Em |G |D |Am |G |G ||

The ^Gisland it is silent^C now but the ghosts still haunt the waves An^Gd the t^Emorch ligh^Amts up a fam^Dished man who fortune could not save Di^Gd you work upo^Cn the railroad did you rid the streets of crime Were^G your dollars ^Emfrom the ^DWhite House we^Gre they from the five and dime Di^Emd the old s^Congs taunt or ^Gcheer you and did they still make you cry Di^Emd you count the m^Amonths and yea^Drs or did your teardrops quickly dry Ah ^Gno says he '^Ctwas not to be on a coffin ship I came here And I ^Gnever even g^Emot so f^Dar that the^Gy could change my name

^EmThousands are^D saili^Amng across the Western Ocean ^EmTo a lan^Gd of oppo^Drtunity that some o^Amf them^Em will never ^Dsee fortune p^Amrevailing across the Western Ocean Their ^Embellies^G full their^D spirits free t^Amhey'll break^C the chains of poverty and they'll dance

Inst 1 |Em |D |A |G |G || In Manhattan's desert twilight in the death of afternoon We stepped hand in hand on Broadway like the first men on the moon And The Blackbird broke the silence as you whistled it so sweet And in Brendan Behan's footsteps I danced up and down the street Then we said goodnight to Broadway giving it our best regards Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan dear old Times Square's favourite bard Then we raised a glass to JFK and a dozen more besides When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have cried Thousands are sailing again across the ocean Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery Postcards we're mailing of sky-blue skies and oceans From rooms the daylight never sees where lights don't glow on Christmas trees And they'll dance to the music and they'll dance Inst 2 |Em |D |A |C |Em |D |A || |Em |Em |G |D A |Em |Em |G |D A || |Em Am|Em C|G D |G D G|| Thousands are sailing across the Western Ocean Where the hand of opportunity draws tickets in a lottery Where e'er we go we celebrate the land that makes us refugees From fear of Priests with empty plates from guilt and weeping effigies Now we dance to the music and we dance we dance to the music and we dance Outro |Em |D |A |C |Em |D |A || |Em |Em |G |D A |Em |Em |G |D A || |Em Am|Em C|G D |G D G||

The Pogues - Thousands are sailing