The Lumineers – Democracy (Guitar)

      A                D           A
It's coming through a hole in the air

 A                      D        A
From those nights in Tiananmen Square

       D                        Dm
It's coming from the feel that this ain't exactly real

          A
Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there

          C#
From the wars against disorder

          F#m
From the sirens night and day

          C#
From the fires of the homeless

          F#m
From the ashes of the gay

   E               D        A
Democracy is coming to the USA

 A                    D             A
It's coming through a crack in the wall

A                D         A
On a visionary flood of alcohol

            D                        Dm
From the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount

          A
Which I don't pretend to understand at all

       C#                           F#m
It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bay

          C#                           F#m
From the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet

  E                D        A
Democracy is coming to the USA

 A                     D             A
It's coming from the sorrow in the street

 A                D              A
The holy places where the races meet

          D
From the homicidal bitchin'

           Dm
That goes down in every kitchen

      A
To determine who will serve and who will eat

          C#
From the wells of disappointment

          F#m
Where the women kneel to pray

         C#
For the grace of God in the desert here

        F#m
And the desert far away

 E                 D        A
Democracy is coming to the USA

     E         D
Sail on, sail on

    A
O mighty ship of state

         E
To the shores of need

           D
Past the reefs of greed

              A
Through the squalls of hate

     Bm       E        D A
Sail on, sail on, sail on

A                D       A
It's coming to America first

       A           D             A
The cradle of the best, of the worst

      D
It's here they've got the range

         Dm
And the machinery for change

          A
And it's here they've got the spiritual thirst

      C#
It's here the family's broken

         F#m
And it's here the lonely say

          C#
That the heart has got to open

      F#m
In a fundamental way

 E                 D        A
Democracy is coming to the USA

       A              D             A
It's coming from the women and the men

    A             D             A
Oh baby, we'll be making love again

  D
We'll be going down so deep

          Dm
That the river's going to weep

           A
And the mountain's gonna shout "Amen"

       C#                         F#m
It's coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway

  C#                      F#m
Imperial, mysterious, in amorous array

  E                D        A
Democracy is coming to the USA

     E         D
Sail on, sail on

    A
O mighty ship of state

         E
To the shores of need

          D
Past the reefs of greed

              A
Through the squalls of hate

     Bm       E        D A
Sail on, sail on, sail on

      A                   D          A
I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean

       A                       D               A
Oh, I love the country, but I can't stand the scene

          D                              Dm
And I'm neither left or right, I'm just staying home tonight

         A
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen

          C#                               F#m
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay

     C#                                  F#m
I'm junk, but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet

 E                     D        A
Democracy is coming to, to the USA

D       A
  To the USA

D        A
  To the USA

D        A
  To the USA