No Mans Land ukulele

No Mans Land

• C

Capo VII 

Intro (relative to capo) 
  C  F  C   Am G  C  F  C F C 

Verse: 

C         F          Am (w/third fret on high e) 
Up in the highest of heights 
   G              C 
O'Hara blinks and fights 
      G      F            C 
This land is yours; this land is mine. 
C         F          Am 
I see the Captain in red, 
G            C 
and Cairo at his head. 
     G              F            C 
This land is yours; this land is mine. 

The lightning over the park, 
the waters--brash and dark 
We take a swim; we take a swim. 
I never meant to escape 
the carpet and the trade 
This land is yours; this land is mine. 

And when I make up my mind 
I change it all the time 
I take it back; I take it back. 
The numbers over the dam, 
Jo Davies and the band, 
I count them out; I count them out. 

Chorus: 

F           Am         G 
    There was a car in the bay 
       Am        Em        F 
by the boat that swept and swayed 
            Am         G 
Whoever you are in the light 
       Am      Em    F 
in the water that we made 
                G 
I'm counting it out 
                Am 
I'm counting it out 
               G     F 
I'm working it out inside 
                G 
I'm counting it out 

           C 
from the floor 

The ferry hatches Moline 
Panola Beauty Queen 
She takes a bow; she takes a bow. 
In Charles, we climb the hill 
and Danville window sill 
I take it back; I take it back. 
My sister she counts the bars, 
the Macon county cars, 
She takes a bow; she takes a bow. 

The Mississippi amends 
the Carver and the bends 
This land is yours; this land is mine. 
My brother punches my ear. 
The injured ivory deer 
I call my dad; I call my dad. 
We skip inside of the store 
the Mason winter door 
This land is yours; this land is mine. 

There was a car in the bay 
by the boat that swept and swayed 
Whoever you are in the light 
in the water that we made 
I'm holding your hand by the shore 
With our collars pulled up tight 
I'm counting it out 
I'm counting it out 
I'm working it out inside 
I'm counting it out 

(This land is not your land 
For the right hand takes what it can, 
ransacks with the mad man. 
For this land is not yours or mine to have. 
This land was made for the good of itself.) 
 
  
                    

     				
  
      			        
          	
          	

              
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