Sailing to Philadelphia Mark Knopfler
1. I am Jeremiah Dixon, I am [Em]a Geordie boy,
A g[G]lass of wine with you, sir , and the l[D]adies I'll e[C]njoy.
All D[D]urham and Nor[G]thumberl[C]and is [D]measured up by [G]my own [C]hand,
[D] It was my [G]fate from [C]birth to m[Em]ake my mark upon the [D]earth.
2. He [Em]calls me Charlie Mason, a stargazer am I,
It s[G]eems that I was born to [D]chart the evening [C]sky.
They'd [D]cut me out for [G]baking [C]bread, but [D]I had other [G]dreams [C]instead,
This [D]baker's boy from the [G]West [C]Country would [Em]join the Royal Soc[D]iety.
Ch. We are [G]sailing[-D] to Phila[Em]delph[C]ia, [-G] world [D]away from the [Am]coaly [D]Tyne,
[D]Sailing to Phila[Em]delph[C]ia [Em] to draw the [D]line, the [C]Mason [-D]- Dixon [G]Line.
[-] [Em] [-] [G] [-] [Em] [-] [D]
3. Now you're a [Em]good surveyor, Dixon, but I swear you'll make me mad,
[G] The West will kill us both, you [D]gullible Geordie [C]lad.
[D] You talk of [G]libe[C]rty, how [D]can Amer[G]ica be [C]free?
A [D]Geordie and a [G]baker's [C]boy [Em]in the forests of the Iro[D]quois.
4. Now [Em]hold your head up, Mason, see America lies there,
[G] The morning tide has raised, the [D]capes of Dela[C]ware.
[D]Come up and [G]feel the [C]sun, [D] a new morning [G]has be[C]gun,
An[D]other day will [G]make it [C]clear, [Em]why your stars should guide us [D]here.
Ch. We are [G]sailing[-D] to Phila[Em]delph[C]ia, [-G] world [D]away from the [Am]coaly [D]Tyne,
[D]Sailing to Phila[Em]delph[C]ia [Em] to draw the [D]line, the [C]Mason [-D]- Dixon [G]Line.
the [C]Mason [-D]- Dixon [G]Line.
- Em - G - Em - D - Em - G - Em - D ....
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