Bob Dylan - Union Sundown: chords

           A                         G
Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore,
                         A
My flashlight's from Taiwan,
    A                   G
My tablecloth's from Malaysia,
                              A
My belt buckle's from the Amazon.
                 A
You know, this shirt
                             G
I wear comes from the Philippines
                                  A
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet,
        A                           G
It was put together down in Argentina
                                A
By a guy makin' thirty cents a day.

Chorus:
            D             A
Well, it's sundown on the union
            D              A
And what's made in the U.S.A.
 D                A
Sure was a good idea
       D               E A
'Til greed got in the way.

Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong
And the pearls are from Japan
Well, the dog collar’s from India
And the flower pot’s from Pakistan
All the furniture, it says “Made in Brazil”
Where a woman, she slaved for sure
Bringing home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve
You know, that’s a lot of money to her

Chorus

Well, you know, lots of people
complaining that there is no work
I say, “Why you say that for
When nothing you got is U. S –made?”
They don’t make nothin’ here no more
You know, capitalism is above the law
It say, “It don’t count ’less it sells”
When it costs too much to build it at home
You just build it cheaper someplace else

Chorus

Well, the job that you used to have
They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador
The unions are big business, friend
And they’re going out like a dinosaur
They used to grow food in Kansas
Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw
I can see the day coming when even your home garden
Is going to be against the law

Chorus

Democracy don’t rule the world
You’d better get that in your head
This world is ruled by violence
But I guess that’s better left unsaid
From Broadway to the Milky Way
That’s a lot of territory indeed
And a man’s going to do what he has to do
When he’s got a hungry mouth to feed

Chorus