Philadelphia chords and lyrics - PETER BELLAMY

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[Verse 1]
[D]If [A]you[D]'re off to Philadelphia
in the [A]morning
[D]You mustn't take my stories for [A]a guide
[D]There is little left indeed
of the city you will read of
And all the folk I write about have died
Now [A]few will under[D]stand
if you mention Tally Rand
Or remember what his cunning
and his skill did
And the [G]cabmen
at the wharf do not [D]know
Count Zinzendorf
Nor the church in Philadelphia he [A]buil[D]ded
It is [A]gone, gone, gone with lost [D]At lantis
Never say I didn't give you warning
In 1793 [G]it was [D]there for all to see
But it's not in Philadelphia [A]this morning
[D]If you're off to Philadelphia in [A]the morning,
[D]you mustn't go by anything I've sai[A]d.
[D]Bob the Bicknell's southern stages
have been laid aside for ages,
the Limited will take you there
instead. Toby Hurty can't be seen
at [G]118 [D]North 2nd Street,
no matter when you [A]call.
[D]An d I [G]fear you'll search in
[D]vain
for the wash house down the lane
Where Pharaoh played the fiddle at the ball
It is gone,
gone, gone with Peebs the Golden
Never say I didn't give you a warning
In [G]1794 it was a [D]famous dancing
floor
But it's not in Philadelphia this [A]morning
[D]If [A]you[D]'re off to Philadelphia
in the [A]morning,
[D]you must telegraph for rooms
[A]at some hotel.
[D]You needn't [G]try your [D]luck at
Epley's or the Buck,
though the father of
his country liked him well.
It is [A]not the slightest [D]use
to inquire for Adam Goose,
or ask where Pastor Meader has removed.
So you must [G]treat us out of date,
the [D]story I relate
Of the church in Philadelphia he [A]loved [D]so
He's [A]gone, gone,
[D]gone with Martin [G]Luther
[D]Never say I didn't give you warning
In [G]1795 he [D]was, rest his soul, alive
But he's not in Philadelphia this [A]morning
[D]But[A] if[D] you're off to
Philadelphia this [A]morning
[D]And wish to prove the truth of what I [A]say
[D]I p[G]ledge my soul you'll find the
[D]pleasant land behind
Unaltered since Red Jacket rode that way
Still the pinewoods scent the noon
Still the catbird sings its tune
Still autumn sets the maple
forest blazing
Still the grapevine [G]through the dusk
[D]cleans a soul -compelling musk,
Still the fireflies in the corn
make night [A]amazing.
[D]They are the[A]re, there,
[D]there with earth immortal.
Citizens, I give you friendly warning
That the [G]things that truly last,
when [D]man and time [A]depart,
[D]They are all in Pennsylvania this morning.
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