Orphans of Wealth chords by Don McLean
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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There is no
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time to discuss or debate
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What is right,
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what is wrong for our people
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Time has run out for all those who wait
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With bent limbs and minds
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Verse 2
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And the rain falls and blows
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through their window
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And the snow falls and
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blows through their door
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And the seasons revolve 'mid
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their sounds of starvation
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they cover the floor
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Verse 3
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And they come from the north
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And they come from the south
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And they come from the hill
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s and they valleys
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And they're migrants and farmers
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And miners and humans
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Our census neg
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lected to tally
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Verse 4
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And the rain falls and blows
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through their window
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And the snow falls and
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blows through their door
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And the seasons revolve 'mid
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their sounds of starvation
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When the tides rise,
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they cover the floor
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Verse 5
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And they're African, Mexican,
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Caucasian, Indian
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Hungry and hopeless Americans
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The orphans of wealth and
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of adequate health
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Disowned by this nation they live in
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Verse 6
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weather-worn hands
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hands
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On bread lines they stand
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Yet but one more degradation
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Yes,
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and they're treated like tramps
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While we sell them food stamps
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This thriving and prosperous nation
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Verse 7
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And the rain falls and
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blows through their window
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And the snow falls and
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blows through their door
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And the seasons revolve 'mid
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their sounds of starvation
When the tides rise,
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they cover the floor
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Verse 8
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And with roaches and rickets
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and rats in the thickets
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Infested, diseased,
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and decaying
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With rags and no shoes and skin
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sores that ooze
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By the poisonous pools they are playing
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Verse 9
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In shacks of two rooms
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that are rotting wood tombs
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With corpses breathing inside them
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Yes, and we pity their plight as
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they call in the night
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And we do all that we can do to
Outro 1
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