C C F C
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Em Dm C G7
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
C C F C
There's a green one, and a pink one, and a blue one, and a yellow one
Em Dm C G7 C
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same
To every [C] thing, [F]turn, [Em]turn, [G] turn,
There is a [C]season, [F]turn, [Em]turn, [G]turn,
And a [F]time [Em]to every [Dm]purpose [G]under [C]heaven
C Am
Where have all the flowers gone?
F G
Long time passing
C Am
Where have all the flowers gone?
F G
Long time ago
C Am
Where have all the flowers gone?
F G
Girls have picked them every one
F C
When will they ever learn?
F G C
When will they ever learn?
F C
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
G7 C
I saw above me that endless skyway
F C
I saw below me that golden valley
G7 C
This land was made for you and me.
C F C
This land is your land, this land is my land
G7 C
From California to the New York Island
F C Am
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
G7 C
This land was made for you and me.
C F C
We shall overcome
F C
We shall overcome
F G Am D G D G
We shall overcome some day
D G C F C
Oh, deep in my heart
F G C
I do believe
F C G C
We shall overcome some day
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