The Soldiering Life

The Decemberists

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Tom:
D
D C# Ambling madly all over the town
D The call to arms you liken to a whisper,
C# I liken to a radio.
D C# You were a brickbat, a bowery tuff, so rough
D They culled you from a cartoon
C# Pulled out of your pantaloons.
A But you,
G# My brother in arms,
F#m I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
E Than let you come to harm.
A But you ,
G# My bombazine doll,
F#m The bullets may singe your skin
E And the mortars may fall.
A But I,
E I never felt so much life
F#m Than tonight
D Huddled in the trenches,
A Gazing on the battle field,
E Our rifles blaze away;
G D We blaze away.
D C# Corporal Bradley of regiment five
D In proud array standing by the bathing
C# Soldiers and the stevedores.
D C# We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
D Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civies
C# Cradled in our dungarees.
A But you,
G# My brother in arms,
F#m I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
E Than let you come to harm.
A But you ,
G# My bombazine doll,
F#m The bullets may singe your skin
E And the mortars may fall.
A But I,
E I never felt so much life
F#m Than tonight
D Huddled in the trenches,
A Gazing on the battle field,
E Our rifles blaze away;
G D We blaze away.
A E We blaze away.
G D We blaze away.
A E G D (2x) D
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Composição: Colin Meloy

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