Heres To The State Of Mississippi chords by Phil Ochs

Guitar chords with lyrics

G+G             E minorEm               D MajorD
Here's to the state of Mississippi,
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For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines,
       G+G                              FF
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find.
         G+G                            FF
whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes,
    G+G           E minorEm           A minorAm                D MajorD
the calender is lyin' when it reads the present time.
     G+G             E minorEm          C majorC            G+G
Whoa here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
G+G                    E minorEm               D MajorD         G+G
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of!

D MajorD                  B minorBm                    A augmentedA
And here's to the people of Mississippi,
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who say the folks up north, they just don't understand.
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And they tremble in their shadows at the thunder of the Klan,
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the sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from off their hands,
D MajorD                              B minorBm                    E minorEm               A augmentedA
they smile and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man.
D MajorD                B minorBm              G+G                  D MajorD
Whoa, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
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Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of!

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And here's to the schools of Mississippi,
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where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care,
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all the rudiments of hatred are present everywhere,
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and every single classroom is a factory of despair,
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and there's nobody learning such a foreign word as  fair .

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D MajorD                B minorBm              G+G                  D MajorD
Whoa, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
B minorBm                A augmentedA                   D MajorD
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of!

D MajorD                 B minorBm                  A augmentedA
And here's to the cops of Mississippi,
D MajorD                                            C majorC
they're chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door,
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their bellies bounce inside them when they knock you to the floor,
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no, they don't like taking prisoners in their private little war,
D MajorD                         B minorBm                       E minorEm                     A augmentedA
and behind their broken badges there are murderers and more.
D MajorD                B minorBm              G+G                  D MajorD
Whoa, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
B minorBm                A augmentedA                   D MajorD
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of!

D MajorD                B minorBm                      A augmentedA
And, here's to the judges of Mississippi,
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who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the court,
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they're guarding all the bastions of their phony legal fort,
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oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners report,
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when the black man stands accused the trial is always short.
D MajorD                B minorBm              G+G                  D MajorD
Whoa, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
B minorBm                A augmentedA                   D MajorD
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of!

D MajorD                 B minorBm                             A augmentedA
And here's to the government of Mississippi,
D MajorD                                                   C majorC
in the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging down,

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and criminals are posing as the mayors of the towns,
D MajorD
and they hope that no one sees the sights,
C majorC
and no one hears the sounds,
D MajorD                  B minorBm                      E minorEm                A augmentedA
and the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a clown.
D MajorD                B minorBm              G+G                  D MajorD
Whoa, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
B minorBm                A augmentedA                   D MajorD
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of!

D MajorD                B minorBm                 A augmentedA
And here's to the laws of Mississippi,
D MajorD                                           C majorC
Congressmen will gather in a circus of delay,
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while the Constitution s drowning in an ocean of decay,
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unwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even heard them say,
D MajorD                     B minorBm               E minorEm               A augmentedA
yes, corruption can be classic in the Mississippi way.
D MajorD                B minorBm              G+G                  D MajorD
Whoa, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
B minorBm                A augmentedA                   D MajorD
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of!

D MajorD                  B minorBm                       A augmentedA
And here's to the churches of Mississippi,
D MajorD                                                   C majorC
where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust,
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and the Sunday morning sermons pander to their lust,
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the fallen face of Jesus is choking in the dust,
D MajorD                  B minorBm         E minorEm                           A augmentedA
and heaven only knows in which God they can trust.
D MajorD                B minorBm              G+G                  D MajorD
Whoa, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
B minorBm                A augmentedA                   D MajorD
Mississippi, find yourself another country to be part of!

(capo 4th)                  (Phil Ochs)