Tone: [Gbm]
Intro:
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Verse:
I am Jere[Gbm]Jeremiah Dixon, I am a Geordie boy,
a glass of wine with you, sir , and the la[A]ladies I'll en[D]enjoy.
All Dur[E]ham and Nort[A]humber[D]land is me[E]asured up by [A]my own h[D]and,
it wa[E]was my [A]fate from [D]birth to [Gbm]make my mark upon the earth.[E]earth.
Verse 2:
He call[Gbm]calls me Charlie Mason, a stargazer am I,
it seems that I was born to chart the e[A]evening s[D]sky.
They'd c[E]cut me out for [A]baking [D]bread, but[E]but I had other [A]dreams ins[D]tead,
this bak[E]er's boy from the w[A]est co[D]untry would [Gbm]join the Royal Society. [E]
We are s[A]sailing [E] to Philad[Gbm]Philadelphia, [D] w[A]orld a[Dbm]way from the coa[Bm]ly Ty[E]ne,
s[Dbm]ailing to Philade[Gbm]lphi[D]a [Gbm]to draw the lin[E]e, the Mas[D]on - [E]Dixon Lin[A]e.
Solo:
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Verse 3:
Now you'r[Gbm]you're a good surveyor, Dixon, but I swear you'll make me mad,
the West will kill us both, you gull[A]gullible Geordie [D]lad.
You ta[E]lk of li[A]bert[D]y, how can [E]Amer[A]ica be fr[D]ee ?
A Geord[E]Geordie and a [A]baker's [D]boy in [Gbm]the forests of the Iroquois[E]Iroquois.
Verse 4:
Now hold [Gbm]your head up, Mason, see America lies there,
the morning tide has raised, the capes of [A]Delawar[D]Delaware.
Come up[E]up and f[A]feel the [D]sun, [E] a new mor[A]ning is beg[D]un,
anot[E]her day will m[A]ake it c[D]lear, w[Gbm]hy your stars should guide us here.[E]
We are s[A]sailing [E] to Phila[Gbm]delphia,[D] w[A]orld awa[Dbm]y from the co[Bm]aly Ty[E]ne,
s[Dbm]ailing to Philad[Gbm]elphi[D]a [Gbm]to draw [D]the line,[E] [E]
the M[D]ason - D[E]ixon Li[Bm]ne, [E] the M[D]ason [E] -Dixon L[A]ine
Outro -x2-:
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