Tom: F
Introdução:
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A mist halos the meadow
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And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees
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As I lean against a hickory
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I close my eyes and I can almost see
Am G
The ghostly forms of blue and gray
C F
And I can almost hear the cannons blast
Dm G C
Standin' in the presence of the past
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The first few waves came cheerin'
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Fear and hatered runnin' through their blood
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When the day was finally over
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Those left were wadin' through a crimson flood
Am G
To think I could be right here
C F
In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last
Dm G C
Standin' in the presence of the past
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Brother fightin brother
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Father fightin' son
F C
By the time the sun was settin'
Am C
Looked like the South had won
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Now my mouth's as dry as cotton
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And my heart is beatin' fast
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Standin' in the presence of the past
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Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin'
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And they woke to hear a Yankee bugle blow
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Bullets flew like angry hornets
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Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow
Am G
It must have been like hell on earth
C F
What happened here is more than we can grasp
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Standin' in the presence of the past
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Brother fightin' brother
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Father fightin' son
F C
By the time the smoke had lifted
Am C
They knew the North had won
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Lord my soul feels empty
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As my tears fall on this grass
Dm G C
Standin' in the presence of the past
F C
Brother killin' brother
F C
Father slayin' son
F C
From the looks of this old graveyard
Am C
Hell nobody really won
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Somethins' changed inside me
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It sure can happen fast
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Standin' in the presence of the past
F C
A mist halos the meadow
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And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees