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Hey I just remembered i figured this out in 6th grade. Im in 10th grade now. But
yeah i just remembered and theres not a tab for this song online. so here it is. A
beautiful song. Just some background info in 6th grade we had a fundraiser dinner
at school and we were learning about racial discrimination. So i decided to learn
this song and had some classmates sing it. we also played Hey There Delilah and i
played a classical song on my guitar. And as always I love you Jeannette<3 hope you do too
Song: Birmingham Sunday
Artist: Joan Baez
Tabber: 49erhometown
Oh btw Capo on 2nd fret and then play the chords. Part of the song goes to
arpeggio which is just straight down from 6th to 1st string
Come round by my side & I'll sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun
And Addie Mae Collins her number was "one"
At an old baptist church there was no need to run
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew
And Denise McNair brought the number to "two"
The falcon of death was the creature they knew
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
The church it was crowded but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was "three"
Her prayers and her feeling would shame you and me
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was "four"
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground
And the people all over earth turned around
For no on recalled a more cowardly sound
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
The men in the forest they once asked of me
How many blackberries grow in the blue sea
And i asked them right back with a tear in my eye
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly it'll do no one wrong
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
And thats it! Very easy. GO grab a girl and have her sing this with you on guitar.
Peace out please rate
