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[Verse 1]
EmThere's a name etched on a gravestone —
DIt's as old as the shade tree high above those bones.
Em400 years in Pennsylvania
DTrembling at the word of God not the men who'd rather change 'em.
EmWell now, time settles scores but not the cold, cold ground.
DI can feel it shift beneath my feet as I'm walking around.
EmAnd I'm minding my steps, oh my eyes are wide
D EmWondering who they were when they were alive.
[Chorus]
EmDirt on my soles from a graveyard stroll
DPicking up pieces of the past.
EmAnd the ghosts don't scare me in this cemetery, no, no.
C D EmThey're singing, "Freedom! Freedom at last!"
[Verse 2]
EmGuess solid ground ain't what it should be,
DNot for all those granite slabs sinking underneath that tree,
EmNot for a house built upon slavery.
DThey kept telling us to wait but never's all wait ever means.
EmWell now, some chose the greed, they chose the greater good.
DThey're gathering around me as I stand right where they stood.
EmAnd I'm minding my steps, oh my eyes are wide,
D EmAnd I know who they were when they were alive.
[Chorus]
EmDirt on my soles from a graveyard stroll
DPicking up pieces of the past.
EmAnd the ghosts don't scare me in this cemetery, no, no.
C D EmThey're singing, "Freedom! Freedom at last!"
[Verse 3]
EmAbolitionists and Quakers
DPeeking through the veil to see the fruits of their labor.
Em400 years in Pennsylvania
DSix feet underground, but still steady as an anchor.
EmSo now, I sense a hand upon my shoulder.
DI'm waking up the dead and the air is getting colder.
EmAnd I'm minding my steps, oh my eyes are wide,
D EmAnd I Am who I Am 'cause they were alive.
[Chorus]
EmDirt on my soles from a graveyard stroll
DPicking up pieces of the past.
EmAnd the ghosts don't scare me in this cemetery, no, no.
C D EmThey're singing, "Freedom! Freedom at last!"
C D Em"Freedom! Freedom at last!"
C D Em"Freedom! Freedom at last!"
[Outro]
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