THE PATRIOT'S DREAM
(recorded in key of A capo to second fret
to play along with Gord )
Cmaj7- x32000
D/F#- 2x0232 (just curl thumb onto second fret on E string
for the F# bass)
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The
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songs of the wars are as old as the hills,
G A7 D
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills.
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They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
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in a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs.
C
The patriot's dream is as old as the sky,
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It lives in the lust of a cold callous lie.
G G7 C
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
D C G
of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills.
|G |C |G |A7 D |
|G |G7 C |D |C G |
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The train pulled away on that glorious night,
G A7 D
the drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight.
G G7 C
Well, the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
D C G
while riding off to glory in the spring of their years.
G C
The patriot's dream still lives on today,
G A7 D
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray.
G G7 C
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
D C G
of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills.
|Em | | | |
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
Well there was a sad, sad lady weeping all night long,
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
she received a sad, sad message from a voice on the tele phone.
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
Her children were all sleeping as she waited out the dawn,
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how could she tell those children their father was shot down.
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
She took them to her side that day and she told them one by one,
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Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from ho--------.
B7
o-o-o-ome
Am D G Cmaj7
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell,
Am D G
he might be in some prison, I hope he's treated
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well. well there
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
was a young girl watching in the early after noon
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
when she heard the name of someone who said he'd be home soon.
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
She wondered how they got him, but the papers did not tell,
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there would be no sweet reunion, there would be no wedding bells.
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
So she took her self in to her room and she turned the bed sheets down,
G D/F# Em D/F# G
she cried in to the silken folds of her new wedding gow--------.
B7
ow- ow- own
Am D G Cmaj7
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell,
Am D G
he might be in some prison, I hope he's treated
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well. well there
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
was an old man sitting in his mansion on the hill,
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
he thought of his good fortune and the time he'd yet to kill.
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
He called to his wife one day, "Come sit with me a while,"
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
then turning to ward the sunset, he smiled a wicked smile.
G D/F# Em G D/F# Em
"Well I'd like to say I'm sorry for the sinful deeds I've done,
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but let me first re mind you, I'm a patri otic saaaaaaahh
B7
ah- ah- aaaahn
Am D G Cmaj7
They tried to do their duty and it took 'em straight to hell.
Am D G
They might be in some prison, I hope they're treated
|Cmaj7 |Am |D | |
well.� The
G C
songs of the wars are as old as the hills,
G A7 D
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills.
G G7 C
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
D C G
in a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs.
G C
The train pulled away on that glorious night,
G A7 D
the drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight.
G G7 C
Well, the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
D C G
while riding off to glory in the spring of their years.
G C
The patriot's dream still lives on today,
G A7 D
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray.
G G7 C
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
D C G
of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills.
|G |G7 C | D | C |G |
chart and transcription Peter Kruger
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