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Thread #121956   Message #2679606
Posted By: Ref
13-Jul-09 - 10:10 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Will of the People (Jez Lowe)
Subject: Lyr Add: WILL OF THE PEOPLE (Jez Lowe)
Gave it another few listens and figured it out. Sometimes you need to stop pre-figuring and just...listen!




WILL OF THE PEOPLE Jez Lowe


G
There's a man on the run and they've torn the place down to find him
                                                                                     D
He's wanted for the moving of mountains making it rain
       Am                  C                                          Em
He's unpredictable, strong as the chains out to bind him
D                                                                              C
This is his country, and Will Of The People's his name


A fearsome fill of drink just might get him talking
He's even suspected of lending a helping hand
A sad state of affairs they say once got him walking
                                                                                        G
If you're fighting for rights, Will Of The People's your man

Chorus:
                      Em                            G                              C                               G
Come all you strong, come all you feeble, where can I find that Will Of The People
                        Em                            G    C                               G
Come on and speak up now if you can, where can I find that man

Come all you strong, come all you feeble, where can I find that Will Of The People

Come on and speak up now if you can, where can I find that man, where can I find that man


They say he once fought off an army that threatened to chain him
Threw false political prophets out on their ear
But when times got hard there were too many too ready to blame him
And the next we knew, Will Of The People disappeared

Chorus

Will Of The People come out from wherever you're hiding
If ever the country needed you, it is now
The children are lost, they're hungry and barely surviving
There are whips in the hands of the handful they scrape to and bow

Chorus