I'll Rise Ben Harper
(Maya Angelou's poem)
[Am]
You may write me down in history
With your [Dm]bitter twisted lies
You may [Dm]trod me down in the very dirt
And still [Dm]like the [C]dust I'll [Am]rise
Does my [Am]happiness upset you
Why [Dm]are you best with gloom
Cause I [Dm]laugh like I've got an oil well
Pumpin'[Dm] in my[C] livin[Am]g room
So you may [Am]shoot me with your words
You may [Dm]cut me with your eyes
And I'll [Dm]rise
I'll [F]rise
I'll [Am]rise
Out of the [Am]shacks of history's shame
Up from a [Dm]past rooted in pain
I'll [Dm]rise
I'll [F]rise
I'll [Am]rise
[(Am]Now [Dm]did[Dm] yo[Dm]u w[C]an[Am)]t to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders fallen down like tear drops
Weakened by my soulful cries
[(Am]Does[Dm] my[Dm] co[Dm]nfi[C]de[Am)]nce upset you
Don't you take it awful hard
Cause I walk like I've got a diamond mine
Breakin up in my front yard
[(Am]So y[Am]ou [Dm]may[Dm] sh[F]oo[Am)]t me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
[(Am]Out [Am]of [Dm]the[Dm] sh[F]ac[Am)]ks of history's shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
[(Am]So y[Dm]ou [Dm]may[Dm] wr[C]it[Am)]e me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I'll rise
[(Am]Does[Dm] my[Dm] ha[Dm]ppi[C]ne[Am)]ss upset you
Why are you best with gloom
Cause I laugh like I've got a goldmine
Diggin' up in my living room
[(Am]Now [Am]you[Dm] ma[Dm]y s[F]ho[Am)]ot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
[(Am]Out [Am]of [Dm]the[Dm] sh[F]ac[Am)]ks of history's shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
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