Heres To The State Of Mississippi chords by Phil Ochs

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

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

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






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

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

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

D         Bm               A
And here's to the government of Mississippi,
D                          C
in the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bogging down,

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

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

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

(capo 4th)         (Phil Ochs)