Utah Phillips - We have fed you all for a thousand years

^AWe have fed you all for a ^Dthousand ^Eyears, And you hail us ^Bmstill unf^Aed, Though there's never a dollar of ^Dall your ^Ewealth. But marks the ^Bmworkers' ^Adead. We have ^Dyielded our best to ^Agive you rest And you ^Bmlie on crimson ^Ewool. And if ^Ablood be the price of ^Dall your ^Ewealth, Good God! We have ^Bmpaid in ^Afull!

^AThere is never a mine blown ^Dskyward ^Enow. But we're buried al^Bmive for ^Ayou. There's never a wreck drifts ^Dshoreward ^Enow, But we are its ^Bmghastly ^Acrew. Go ^Dreckon our dead by the ^Aforges red And the ^Bmfactories where we ^Espin. If ^Ablood be the price of your ^Dcursed ^Ewealth, Good God! We have ^Bmpaid it ^Ain!

^AWe have fed you all for a ^Dthousand ^Eyears - For that was our ^Bmdoom, you ^Aknow; From the days when you chained us ^Din your ^Efields To the strike a ^Bmweek ag^Ao. You have ^Dtaken our lives, our ^Ahusbands and wives, And we're ^Bmtold it's your legal ^Eshare. But if ^Ablood be the price of your ^Dlawful ^Ewealth, Good God! We have ^Bmbought it ^Afair!