Biografia:
O The Last Internationale é um trio de Nova Iorque em evidente expansão internacional, destacando-se por actuações explosivas e imprevisíveis. A sonoridade oscila por entre o folk, o blues, o rock'n'roll e até mesmo o punk, transgredindo os limites da composição musical tradicional: melodias soturnas, instrumentais atípicos e por vezes ruidosos, outras vezes o som das botas a marcar o ritmo, solos de guitarra impressionantes, gritos primordiais, letras inteligentes e interventivas, a crítica social incisiva muito presente.
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SONG: WORKERS OF THE WORLD - UNITE
ARTIST: THE LAST INTERNATIONALE
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]
WORKERS OF THE WORLD - UNITE
THE LAST INTERNATIONALE
CAPO: 4th FRET
INTRO:
Am
VERSE:
Am E Am
I come from East Virginia
C Em Am
Where I was born an old back shed
Am E Am
My father moved us to New Orleans
C Em Am
Where he was forced to use his hands
Am E Am
Then late one night they took him away from us
C Em Am
Because he learned to use his head
Am E Am
My mother cried when the judge said "life"
C Em Am
The union was his only crime
Am E Am
I'm still told to leave it all behind
C Em Am
I spent my whole life on a picket line
Screaming,
CHORUS:
C F
Workers Unite
C G
Don't give up the fight
C F C
Workers of the world unite.
G Am
Unite!
VERSE:
Am E Am
At my old age I'm still working as a slave
C Em Am
Those bosses work you to your grave
Am E Am
They claim to be like common folk
C Em Am
They packed their bags when the levees broke
Am E Am
For five long days I watched those waters rise
C Em Am
I was forgotten and left to die
Am E Am
I've got no country I've got no home
C Em Am
Or no one to call my own
Am E Am
I'm driftin' back to East Virginia
C Em Am
I'm going back to that ol' dark shed
Am E Am
I remember what my father said
C Em Am
When he was waiting on line for bread
Screaming,
CHORUS:
C F
Workers Unite
C G
Don't give up the fight
C F C
Workers of the world unite.
G
Unite!
CHORUS:
C F
Workers Unite
C G
Don't give up the fight
C F C
Workers of the world unite.
G Am
Uni-i-i-ite!
ARTIST: THE LAST INTERNATIONALE
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL: [email protected]
WORKERS OF THE WORLD - UNITE
THE LAST INTERNATIONALE
CAPO: 4th FRET
INTRO:
Am
VERSE:
Am E Am
I come from East Virginia
C Em Am
Where I was born an old back shed
Am E Am
My father moved us to New Orleans
C Em Am
Where he was forced to use his hands
Am E Am
Then late one night they took him away from us
C Em Am
Because he learned to use his head
Am E Am
My mother cried when the judge said "life"
C Em Am
The union was his only crime
Am E Am
I'm still told to leave it all behind
C Em Am
I spent my whole life on a picket line
Screaming,
CHORUS:
C F
Workers Unite
C G
Don't give up the fight
C F C
Workers of the world unite.
G Am
Unite!
VERSE:
Am E Am
At my old age I'm still working as a slave
C Em Am
Those bosses work you to your grave
Am E Am
They claim to be like common folk
C Em Am
They packed their bags when the levees broke
Am E Am
For five long days I watched those waters rise
C Em Am
I was forgotten and left to die
Am E Am
I've got no country I've got no home
C Em Am
Or no one to call my own
Am E Am
I'm driftin' back to East Virginia
C Em Am
I'm going back to that ol' dark shed
Am E Am
I remember what my father said
C Em Am
When he was waiting on line for bread
Screaming,
CHORUS:
C F
Workers Unite
C G
Don't give up the fight
C F C
Workers of the world unite.
G
Unite!
CHORUS:
C F
Workers Unite
C G
Don't give up the fight
C F C
Workers of the world unite.
G Am
Uni-i-i-ite!
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