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Ballad Of The Patriot Guard

Tono: G

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G                                                                                                                 F                              C                                                                                                                                      G  
The rain came down on that far away town, to the sound of the bulger call
G                                                                                                                            F                                              C                                                                                                                                      G  
Old, young, soft and hard they saddled and rode on wheels come the Patriot Guard
G                                                                                                                                              F                                                      C                                                                                                                                         G  
Right or wrong, left or right, not our cause, not our fight, standing tall as they stood for us all
G                                                                              F                                                            C                                                                                                                                                         G  
In silence we stand respect for them all    ride Conan, Cowboy, Lady, and Paul
             F    C  G  
G                                                                                                         F                                                    C                                                                                                                                                                         G  
From cities and farms and shipyards we come, sound bugle, canon, pipes and the drum
G                                                                                                 F                            C                                                                                                                                                              G  
With honor and tears as they did die, pass Jacob, Johnny, and Jenny, we cry
G                                                                                                                    F                            C                                                                                                                                                                                                                      G  
This line proud long with our spirits a soar, fly the colors these heroes their lives they gave for
G                                                                                                 F                                         C                                                                                                                              G  
In silence we stand with pain in our soul, ride Bert, Zippy, Ellen and Mole
          F    C  G  
F                                                                                                                                                                                            C  
No answers to questions we held from the start
F                                                                                                                                                                            C  
No questions to answers we just do our part
F                                                                                                                                                            C  
To honor our brothers and sisters this day
C                                                                                                                                                                      G  
Come Angel, and Taz, and Bear hey hey hey
          F    C  G  
G                                                                                                                 F                                                    C                                                                                                                                                            G  
All they ask of you now is remember their strife, which gave so many a new freer life
G                                                                                                                         F                                                    C                                                                                                                                                    G  
For Freedom, not free, t paid with their blood, for nation, family and God up above
G                                                                                                                              F                                            C                                                                                                                                                                         G  
Though faded not forgotten for their sacred part, there face, and lost years will burn in our heart
G                                                                                                 F                                                    C                                                                                                                                                              G  
In silence we stand with respect in our soul, ride Gunny, Decaf, Slowride and Joel
          F    C  G  
G                                                                                                                 F                              C                                                                                                                                      G  
The rain came down on that far away town, to the sound of the bugler call
G                                                                                                                            F                                              C                                                                                                                                      G  
Old, young, soft and hard they saddled and rode on wheels come the Patriot Guard
G                                                                                                                                            F                                                    C                                                                                                                                              G  
Right or wrong left or right not our cause not our fight, standing tall they    stood for us all
G                                                                                              F                                                                      C                                                                                                                                                         G  
In silence we stand with respect for them    all    ride Conan, Cowboy, Lady, and Paul
         G      F  C  G  F  C  Gsnare