Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band – Roosevelt Room (Ukulele)

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This is a great song from Conor's new album "Outer South" From: Robert Sin Intro: Am - A*
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Am                 A*
Hey there son of Adam

Am                   A*
Hey there daughter of Eve

Am                         A*
Help me sing this tear gas riot song

Am                   A*
To some fresh faced police

G
They won't even know what hit 'em
When they lift their Roman shades
Am                                           F#m            Am
When the people's song comes pouring in on a brand new day

Am                   A*
Now, you who dam the river

Am                      A*
You who change a mountain's name

Am                     A*
First we marched to rally back

Am                           A*
Now we're taking down Washington state

G
In death there's a consolation
You know only hate and rage
F#m
You paid a dowry for your child's rights

F#m                              Am
Now she's living like a slave

Am                      A*
A prayer came down the wire

Am                             A*
And it was all in the enemy's code

Am                               A*
You couldn't figure out what mercy meant

Am                          A*
Until you did like you were told

G
When they finally sent the doctors
Once the fireball went out
Am
There was nothing left but the cockroaches

F#m                       Am
In a movie with no sound

C                 G        Am
What good, what good are you?

C                               G              Am
With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room

C                 G        Am
What good, what good are you?

C                       G                      Am
With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb
Yeah, go ask Hunter Thompson Yeah, go ask Hemmingway's ghost It all catches up with you Once you get just a little too old Take a hard look in the mirror It's a thing that you did not see The shadow's long But the day is young It just wasn't meant to be There's no blankets for the winter There's no oil in the lamp And I'd like to write my congressman But I can't afford the stamp You want me to pay my taxes So you can propagate your lies While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans Looking like they're gonna die Yeah, you who quote the legends You who poisoned all of my dreams You pinned all of the medals on All those boys from Omaha Beach Hope you haven't got too lazy I know you like your apple pie But the working poor you've been pissing on Are doing double shifts tonight What good, what good are you? With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room What good, what good are you? With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb