| D | G | A | |
| It's co | ming through a h | ole in the a | ir, |
| D | A | D | |
| from those ni | ghts in Tia | nanmen Sq | uare. |
| G | |
| It's co | ming from the feel |
| C | |
| that this | ain't exactly real, |
| D | |
| or it's r | eal, but it ain't exactly there. |
| F# | |
| From the w | ars against disorder, |
| Bm | |
| from the s | irens night and day, |
| F# | |
| from the f | ires of the homeless, |
| Bm | |
| from the a | shes of the gay: |
| A | G | D | Gm | D | |
| Demo | cracy is coming | to the U.S. | A. |
| D | G | A | |
| It's co | ming through a | crack in the w | all; |
| D | A | D | |
| on a vis | ionary fl | ood of alc | ohol; |
| G | |
| from the stag | gering account |
| C | |
| of the | Sermon on the Mount |
| D | |
| which I d | on't pretend to understand at all. |
| F# | |
| It's c | oming from the silence |
| Bm | |
| on the | dock of the bay, |
| F# | |
| from the br | ave, the bold, the battered |
| Bm | |
| heart of | Chevrolet: |
| A | G | D | Gm | D | |
| Dem | ocracy is coming | to the U.S. | A. |
| D | G | A | |
| It's co | ming from the so | rrow in the st | reet, |
| D | A | D | |
| the h | oly places wh | ere the races m | eet; |
| G | |
| from the hom | icidal bitchin' |
| that goes [C}down in every kitchen |
| D | |
| to dete | rmine who will serve and who will eat. |
| F# | |
| From the we | lls of disappointment |
| Bm | |
| where the w | omen kneel to pray |
| F# | |
| for the g | race of God in the desert here |
| Bm | |
| and the de | sert far away: |
| A | G | D | Gm | D | |
| Demo | cracy is coming | to the U.S. | A. |
| A | G | |
| S | ail on, s | ail on |
| D | |
| O mi | ghty Ship of State! |
| A | |
| To the Sh | ores of Need |
| G | |
| Past the Re | efs of Greed |
| D | |
| Through the Squ | alls of Hate |
| A | G | D | |
| S | ail on, sail on, sa | il on, sa | il on. |
| D | G | A | |
| It's co | ming to Am | erica fi | rst, |
| D | A | D | |
| the cr | adle of the b | est and of the wo | rst. |
| G | |
| It's h | ere they got the range |
| C | |
| and the | machinery for change |
| D | |
| and it's h | ere they got the spiritual thirst. |
| F# | |
| It's h | ere the family's broken |
| Bm | |
| and it's h | ere the lonely say |
| F# | |
| that the h | eart has got to open |
| Bm | |
| in a fun | damental way: |
| A | G | D | Gm | D | |
| Demo | cracy is coming | to the U.S. | A. |
| D | G | A | |
| It's co | ming from the wo | men and the m | en. |
| D | A | D | |
| O b | aby, we'll be ma | king love ag | ain. |
| G | |
| We'll be go | ing down so deep |
| C | |
| the | river's going to weep, |
| D | |
| and the mou | ntain's going to shout Amen! |
| F# | |
| It's co | ming like the tidal flood |
| Bm | |
| be | neath the lunar sway, |
| F# | |
| im | perial, mysterious, |
| Bm | |
| in am | orous array: |
| A | G | D | Gm | D | |
| Demo | cracy is coming | to the U.S. | A. |
| A | G | |
| S | ail on, s | ail on |
| D | |
| O mi | ghty Ship of State! |
| A | |
| To the Sh | ores of Need |
| G | |
| Past the Re | efs of Greed |
| D | |
| Through the Squ | alls of Hate |
| A | G | D | |
| S | ail on, sail on, sa | il on, sa | il on. |
| D | G | A | |
| I'm sent | imental, if you | know what I m | ean |
| D | A | D | |
| I love the cou | ntry but I | can't stand the sc | ene. |
| G | |
| And I'm ne | ither left or right |
| C | |
| I'm just | staying home tonight, |
| D | |
| getting l | ost in that hopeless little screen. |
| F# | |
| But I'm stu | bborn as those garbage bags |
| Bm | |
| that T | ime cannot decay, |
| F# | |
| I'm j | unk but I'm still holding up |
| Bm | |
| this li | ttle wild bouquet: |
| A | G | D | Gm | D | |
| Dem | ocracy is coming | to the U.S. | A |