Tono: D
Introducción:
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Out beyond the street lamp's
Am A
And the calliope's roar,
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Past the wrack and samphire,
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Beyond the shore,
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I have seen walking through the tide
Gm
As the rain cuts through the spray,
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Chinese Cockle pickers
Am A
On the sands of Morecambe Bay
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I stood beside them in the corner shop
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And in the market too
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I should have spoken to them
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Told them everything I knew
Dm
Like our mothers told us
Gm
As we went out to play
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Never try and race the tide
Am A
On the sands of Morecambe Bay
Dm
For the tide's the very devil,
Gm
It will run you out of breath,
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Race you to the sea shore,
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Chase you to your death,
Dm
Yes the tide's the very devil
Gm
And the devil has his day
Dm Am A Dm
On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay
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Saw them sending money orders home
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There hard earned pay
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Tales of crossing borders
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On the road to Morecambe Bay
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Sleeping in crouded rooms
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On cold hard floors
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Sutch dreamless life
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Is not worth dieing for
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Now I see them in the distance
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Laid out in the morning light,
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Migrant workers,
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Twenty-three where drowned last night.
Dm
Their final phone calls
Gm
Half the world had crossed
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Between the river esureys
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They raced the tide and lost.'
Dm
For the tide's the very devil,
Gm
It will run you out of breath,
Dm
Race you to the sea shore,
Am A
Chase you to your death,
Dm
Yes the tide's the very devil
Gm
And the devil has his day
Dm Am A Dm
On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay
Dm
In Fujian and Xelang
Am
They mourn their next of kin,
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Gang masters with snake tattoos,
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Call money lones back in
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Broken hearted parents
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Watch their children stow away,
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To die among the
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Cockle banks of Morecome Bay
Dm
For the tide's the very devil,
Gm
And the devil has his day
Dm Am A Dm
On the lonley cockle grounds of Morecambe Bay