Key: G
Introduction:
G C
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
G A D
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
G Em C
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
D C G
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs
The patriot's dream is as old as the sky
Em G D Em G D Em
Well there was a sad, sad lady, weeping all night long
G D Em G D Em
She received a sad, sad message, from a voice on the telephone
G D Em G D Em
Her children were all sleeping, as she waited out the dawn
G D Em G D G Em
How could she tell those children, that their father was shot down
G D Em G D Em
So she took them to her side that day, and she told them one by one
G D Em D G Em
Your father was a good man ten-thousand miles from home
Am D G C7M
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell
Am D G C7M Am
He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated well
VERSE 6:(Same chords as Verse 5)