We shall overcome
We shall overcome
We shall overcome some day

Oh, deep in my heart
I do believe
We shall overcome some day

We’ll walk hand in hand
We’ll walk hand in hand
We’ll walk hand in hand some day

Chorus

We shall all be free
We shall all be free
We shall all be free some day

Chorus

We are not afraid
We are not afraid
We are not afraid some day

Chorus

We are not alone
We are not alone
We are not alone some day

Chorus

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GUANTANAMERA (Lyrics: Jose Marti, music adapted by Pete Seeger)

Intro: D Em A A (x2)

Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos de alma

CHORUS: Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro y de un carmin encendido (words 2x)
Mi verso es un ciervo herido que busca en el monte amparo

Con los pobres de la tierra quiero yo mi suerte echar (words 2x)
El arroyo de la sierra me complace mas que el mar

Seeger plays it with a series of very fast, choppy downward strums through
the whole song: DDDD EmEmEmEm AAAA AAAA. Warning: do not play with a sore
wrist.

When the farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man that feeds ‘em all
If you’ll only look an’ see, I think you will agree
That the farmer is the man that feeds ‘em all

The farmer is the man
The farmer is the man
Lives on credit ‘til the fall
Then they take him by the hand
And they lead him from the land
And the middle man’s the one that gets it all

When the lawyer hangs around, and the butcher cuts a pound
The farmer is the man that feeds ‘em all
And the preacher and the cook, they go strollin’ by the brook
But the farmer is the man that feeds ‘em all

The farmer is the man
The farmer is the man
Lives on credit ‘til the fall
With the interest rates so high
It’s a wonder he don’t die
For the mortgage man’s the one that gets it all

When the banker says he’s broke, and the merchant’s up in smoke
They forget that it’s the farmer who feeds ’em all
It would put them to the test, if the farmer took a rest
Then they’d know that he’s the man who feeds ‘em all

Well the farmer is the man
The farmer is the man
Lives on credit ‘til the fall
And his pants are wearin’ thin
His condition it’s a sin
He’s forgot that he’s the man that feeds ‘em all