Tonalité : A major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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The songs of the wars are as
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old as the hills
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They cling like the rust on
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E
the cold steel that kills
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They tell of the boys who went
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down to the tracks
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In a patriotic manner with
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the cold steel on their backs
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Verse 2
The patriot's dream is
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as old as the sky
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It lives in the lust of a cold callous lie
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Let's drink to the men who got
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caught by the chill
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Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel
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that kills
Interlude 1
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Verse 3
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The train pulled away on that
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glorious night
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The drummer got drunk and
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the bugler got tight
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While the boys in the back sang
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a song of good cheer
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While riding off to glory in the spring
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of their years
Verse 4
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The patriot's dream still lives on today
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It makes mothers weep and
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E
it makes lovers pray
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Let's drink to the men who got
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caught by the chill
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D
Of the patriotic fever and the cold
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steel that kills
Interlude 2
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F#m
Verse 5
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F#m
Well there was a sad, sad lady,
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F#m
weeping all night long
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She received a sad,
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sad message from a voice on the telephone
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Her children were all sleeping
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as she waited out the dawn
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How could she tell those children
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that their father was shot down
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So she took them to her side that day
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E
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and she told them one by one
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Your father was a good man ten
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thousand miles from home
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He tried to do his duty and it
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took him straight to hell
Bm
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He might be in some prison,
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I hope he's treated well
Interlude 3
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Bm
F#m
Verse 6
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F#m
Well there was a young girl watching
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in the early afternoon
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When she heard the name of someone
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who said he'd be home soon
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And she wondered how they got him,
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but the papers did not tell
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There would be no sweet reunion,
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there would be no wedding bells
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So she took herself into her room and she
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turned the bed sheets down
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And she cried into the silken folds
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of her new wedding gown
Bm
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He tried to do his duty and it
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took him straight to hell
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Bm
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He might be in some prison,
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I hope he's treated well
Interlude 4
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Bm
F#m
Verse 7
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F#m
Well there was an old man sitting
in his mansion on the hill
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F#m
And he thought of his good fortune
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E
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and the time he'd yet o kill
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Well he called to his wife one day,
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"Come sit with me awhile"
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Then turning toward the sunset,
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he smiled a wicked smile
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"Well I'd like to say I'm sorry
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for the sinful deeds I've done
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But let me first remind you,
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I'm a patriotic son"
Bm
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They tried to do their duty and it
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took 'em straight to hell
Bm
E
They might be in some prison,
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I hope they're treated well
Interlude 5
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Bm
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Verse 8
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The songs of the wars are as
D
old as the hills
A
They cling like the rust on
B
E
the cold steel that kills
A
They tell of the boys who went
D
down to the tracks
E
In a patriotic manner with
D
the cold steel on their backs
A
Verse 9
The train pulled away on that
D
glorious night
A
The drummer got drunk and
B
E
the bugler got tight
A
While the boys in the back sang
D
a song of good cheer
E
While riding off to glory in the spring
D
A
of their years
Verse 10
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The patriot's dream still
D
lives on today
A
It makes mothers weep and
B
E
it makes lovers pray
A
Let's drink to the men who got
D
caught by the chill
E
Of the patriotic fever and
D
A
the cold steel that kills
Outro 1
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