Mark Knopfler – Sailing To Philadelphia (Ukulele)

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I am Jeremiah Dixon

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I am a Geordie boy

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A glass of wine with you, sir

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And the ladies I'll enjoy

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All Durham and Northumberland

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Is measured up by my own hand

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It was my fate from birth

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To make my mark upon the earth...

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He calls me Charlie Mason

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It seems that I was born

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To chart the evening sky

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They'd cut me out for baking bread

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But I had other dreams instead

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This baker's boy from the west country

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Would join the Royal Society...

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We are sailing to Philadelphia

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A world away from the coaly Tyne

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Sailing to Philadelphia 

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To draw the line

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A Mason-Dixon Line

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Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon

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But I swear you'll make me mad

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The West will kill us both

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You gullible Geordie lad

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You talk of liberty

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How can America be free

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A Geordie and a baker's boy

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In the forests of the Iroquois...

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Now hold your head up, Mason

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See America lies there

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The morning tide has raised

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The capes of Delaware

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Come up and feel the sun

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A new morning has begun

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Another day will make it clear

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Why your stars should guide us here...

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We are sailing to Philadelphia

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A world away from the coaly Tyne

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Sailing to Philadelphia 

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To draw the line

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A Mason-Dixon Line

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A Mason-Dixon Line