Intro: A5 , C5 , F5 , C5 , D5 , D5 , D5 (* = a little time longer as usual^^(I think it's 
1/4 of a whole bar)),G
A5        C5          F5            C5
Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing
      D5           D5          D5 *           G5
Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run
A5                 C5            F5         C5
Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for
         D5           D5     D5 *             G5
But I'll learn when I get my gun



     A5     C5          F5        C5        
Well I left home three days ago
  D5        D5       D5 *      G5
I feel like going to bed
A5       C5            F5         C5  
Open the courts and a new religion
D5      D5         D5        
Burning through my head
D5      D5         D5 *       G5
Burning through my head


Made my way with the fusiliers
I even fought my way back home
But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted
Had to fight the war on my own


Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead


G5             F5             C5
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
G5               F5            A5
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
G5         F5         C5
I'm but a barnacled warship
G5           F5         A5
Singing the fighter's refrain
G5           F5
Singing the fighter's


A5      C5            F5         C5
Made my way with the Salvation Army
          D5        D5         D5        G5   
Take them on with a tambourine
A5               C5                F5       C5
I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers
D5         D5             D5 *        G5
Smooth 'em out like margerine


Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Open the courts and a new religion
Burning through my head
Burning through my head

Went to the gambling shop today
They had me five to one
Heard a voice behind me say
Put down the Bible and pick up your gun

Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead

I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
I'm but a barnacled warship
Singing the fighter's refrain
Singing the fighter's
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