C
We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure
Am G
And laid our armor down
F
These precious metals and these captain's letters
C G
They are no use to us now
C
In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater
Am G
Than any offer was
F
We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys
C G
Unable to hold their own guns
F
I know that soldiers are not paid to think
C G F
But something is making us sick
C
Onward and steady
G
Able and young
F G C
In the valley of the low, low sun
In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder
C Em
Hold on for the slow turning
F G
Smoke if you've got 'em boys
Em7
This is bottom hiding out
Am
Down under the stairs
G
Tomorrow has come
G
Like it's drunk on the blood
Am F
Of the men who have dared to be there
G F C G
The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding
Its way up around the sun