Chords
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E: 0 2 2 1 0 0
A: x 0 2 2 2 0
B: x 2 4 4 4 2
A(XII): x x 14 14 14 x
[Intro]
E
[Verse]
EIn the s*** house, a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town, tin can town
No stars in the black night
Looks like the sky fall down
No sun in the daylight
Looks like it's chained to the ground, chained to the ground.
[Chorus]
E The warden said,
"The Aexit is sold,"
If you Bwant a way outE
Silver and Egold.A, E, A(XII), E, A(XII), E, A(XII), E
E Broken back to the ceilingA, E
Broken nose to the floorA(XII), E
I scream at the sounds, it's comingA, E
Crawls under the doorA(XII), E
There's a rope around my neck and Athere's aE
Trigger in your gunA(XII), E
Jesus say something!A, E
I am someone! I A(XII)am someoEne!
I Aam someoEne!A(XII)
E Captains and kings Ain the slave ships hold
They Bcame to collectE
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Guitar solo
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ESeen them coming and going
Seen them captains and the kings
Seen them navy blue uniforms
Seen them bright and shiny things, bright A(XII)shiny thEings, yeah!A(XII), E, A, E
The temperature is risingA(XII), E
The fever white hotA, E
Mister I ain't got nothing A(XII) But it'sE
More than you've gotA, E
Chains no longer bind meA(XII), E
Nor the shackles at my feetA, E
Outside are the prisonersA(XII), E
Inside the free, Aset them Efree
A(XII)Set them fEreeA
E A prize fighter in a Acorner is told
BHit where it hurts E-- silver and gold
Silver and gold.
[Spoken]
"Yep. Silver and gold.
This song was written in a hotel room in New York City.
Right about the time a friend of ours, little Steven,
Was pulling together a record of artists against Apartheid.
It's a song written about a man, in a shanty town outside of Johannesburg.
A man who's sick of looking down the barrel of White South Africa.
A man at the point where he is ready to take up arms against his oppressor.
A man who's lost faith in the peace makers of the West.
While they argue and while they fail to support a man like Bishop Tutu.
And his request for economic sanctions against South Africa.
Am I bugging you? I don't mean to bug ya'.
Okay Edge, play the blues."
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