| G | A |
| G | D | Em | G | D | Em |
| G | A | G | Em | G | A | G | Em |
| Am | Em | Am |
| Em | Am | |
| If you smile | at me, I will | understand |
| Em | |
| 'Cause that is something | everybody everywhere does |
| Am | Em | Am | Em | Am | |
| In the | same | language |
| Em | |
| I can | see by your coat, my friend, |
| Am | |
| You're from the | other side. |
| Em | |
| There's just | one thing I've got to know, |
| Am | Em | Am7 | Em | Am | |
| Can you | tell me please, who | won? |
| Em | |
| Say, can I have some of your purple berries? |
| Am | Em | |
| Yes, I've been eating them for | six or seven weeks now, |
| Am | |
| Haven't got | sick once. |
| Em | Am | G | A | G | |
| Prob'ly keep us | both alive. |
| Em | G | A | D | |
| Wooden ships on the water, | ver | y free | , |
| Em | G | A | D | |
| Easy you know the way it's sup | posed | to be | . |
| Em | G | A | D | |
| Silver people on the shore line | let | us be | . |
| C | Em | Am | Em | C | Em | C | |
| Talkin' 'bout | very free and | easy. |
| Horror grips us as we watch you die, |
| All we can do is echo anguished cries, |
| Stare as all human feelings die, |
| We are leaving, you don't need us. |
| Go take a sister, then, by the hand, |
| Lead her away from this foreign land |
| Far away, where we might laugh again. |
| We are leaving, you don't need us. |
| D | Em | A | G | Em | D | Em | A | G | |
| C | Em | C | Em | C | Em | C | D | Em | C | |
| Em | C | Em | C | |
| Em | |
| And it's a fair wind, |
| C | |
| Blowin' warm out of the south |
| Em | C | |
| Over my shoul | der. |
| Em | C | Em9 | |
| Guess I'll | set a course and go. |
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