The War Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Dm][D][F]

[Verse 1]
[Am]I got draf[C]ted at 1[F]9[G]
Me and a bunch of boys from [F]home
[Am]January [C]'43,[F] dro[C]ve[Dm] out[D]
[Dm]to Pine Bluff [F]and signed on
[Am]Went to basic [C]south of Birmingha[F]m
[G]Put me on west coast bound tra[F]in
[Am]Spent three days[C] out in Sa[F]n Dieg[C]o
And [Dm]they [D]shipped [Dm]me back east [F]again
[Am]Left a por[C]t out of New York[F]
[G]Slept for months in british rai[F]n
[Am]Tore it up d[C]own in L[F]ondon town
[C]And [D]they shipped [Dm]me back [F]out again

[Verse 2]
The [C]preacher [G]said “Boys he who [F]is killed [C]tonight will
[D]dine with [Dm]the Lord [F]in Par[C]adise”
[G]One boy spoke up, [F]said “preacher come [C]on,
[D]eat your sup[Dm]per with us

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 3]
[Am]Never talk[C] about those[F] first days
[G]Lots of friends left behind
[F]But[Am] I made it all [C]the way[F]
across [C]France
And I [Dm]fought at the Maginot [F]line
[Am]Road a tan[C]k into Belgium[F]
[G]Like them better than the[F] French
[Am]Like my dadd[C]y, thirt[F]y years before
[C]I did[D] my tim[Dm]e in a t[F]rench
[Am]Lots of da[C]ys there's no wa t[F]er
[G]But the liquor kept me war[F]m
The [Am]cellars were [C]stocked
to the [F]ceiling [C]with booze
So I [Dm]carried [D]a bottle [Am]with my [F]gun

[Verse 4]
The [C]preacher [G]said “Boys he who [F]is killed [C]tonight
will [D]dine with [Dm]the Lord [F]in [C]Paradise”
One boy spoke [G]up , [F]said “preacher come [C]on,
[D]eat your sup[Dm]per [F]with u[C]s”[G][F][C][D][Dm][F][Am]
[C]Three times I made ser

[Verse 5]
[F]geant
[G]I'm not that kind of [F]man
[Am]And pretty much [C]just as quic[F]k as I could[C]
I get [D]busted back [Dm]to private [F]again
[Am]Cause takin' orders [C]never suited me[F]
[G]Giving them out was much [F]worse
[Am]I could no[C]t stand to get
[F]my friends [C]killed
So I [Dm]took [D]care of my[Dm]self [F]first[Am]
Now I [C]know that don't [F]sound right
[G]Don't think too bad of [F]me
[Am]Now it k[C]eeps me up n[F]ight[C]s
[D]What I could have done [Dm]differently

[Verse 6]
[F]The pre[C]acher sai[G]d “Boys he who is [F]killed ton[C]ight
will [Dm]dine with [F]the Lord in [C]Paradise.”
One boy spoke [G]up , [F]said “preacher come [C]on,
[D]eat your supper [Dm]with [F]us”[C]
I'd be no [G]guest at the

[Verse 7]
[F]table of [C]the Lord
[D]His food was not to be [F]mine
[C]‘Cause I cursed [G]His name
every [F]chance that I [C]could
And I [D]re con that's why I'm
still [G]alive

[Outro 1]
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