| A | G | D |
| A | D | A | D | |
| We'll be fighting in the | streets, with our | children at our | feet, |
| A | D | E | |
| and the | morals that they | worship will be | gone. |
| A | D | A | D | |
| And the | men who spurred us | on sit in | judgement of all | wrong, |
| A | D | E | G | D | |
| they dec | ide and the | shotgun sings the | song. |
| Refrain: |
| D | A | D | A | |
| I'll | tip my | hat to the | new consti | tution |
| D | A | D | A | |
| take a | bow for the | new revo | lution, |
| D | A | D | A | |
| smile and | grin at the | change all | around, |
| G | E7 | |
| take up my guitar and | play |
| G | E7 | |
| just like yester | day, |
| G | D | |
| and I'll | get on my knees and | pray. |
| D7 | A | |
| --- We don't get fooled a | gain. |
| The change it had to come, we knew it all along, |
| we were liberated from the fold, that's all. |
| And the world looks just the same, and history ain't changed, |
| 'cause the banners were all flown in the last war. |
| Refrain |
| D | B | Bsus4 | B | |
| I'll | move my | self and my | family aside, |
| E | |
| if we happen to be left half alive, |
| A | |
| I'll | get all my papers and smile at the sky, |
| B7 | B | A | E | |
| though I | know that the hypnotized never | lie. |
| B | A | E |
| A | G | D |
| A | |
| Nothing in the street looks any different to me. |
| And the slogans are replaced by the by, |
| and the parting on the left is now parting on the right, |
| and the beards have all grown longer over night. |
| Refrain |
| Yeah, |
| A | G | D | |
| meet the new boss. |
| A | G | D | A | |
| Same as the old boss. |
I agree with that person
It's easier to play and sing on a C-tuned uke if you go down 2 semitones to a G chord.