The Ballad Of Private Rifle Sound

G A D                               Bm
Any time when the days have got you down
                           E               G
And the smiles turn to the frowns - come on down
    D                              Bm
Any time that you're sick of rifle sounds
                   E                G
Of reelin' off the rounds - come on down, come on down


    D                                   Bm
Sometimes, when the township's sleeping tight,
                   E                         G
We're given to the night, excavating all the hearts a waiting.
        D                               Bm
And sometimes, when the liquor's got us right,
                   E
We pause our daily fights, for the evening
       G
To the skies we're a stealing.


    D                           Bm
Any time the commander lets you out
                        E               G
There's silence to your shout - come on down.
    D                                     Bm
Any time that the barracks have boxed you in
                           E              G
And your heart feels kinda thin - come on down, come on down.