Tuning: Standard

G
We were marchin' down the orange plank road
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when the federals first we spied.
       Am             G          Am    Am/B C
By the old wilderness tavern the armies did collide.
                G       Am      Am/B        C
Lead began to fill and whistle through the air
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and the dead and dying piled up, their blood was everywhere.

      C       G      Am       Am/B C
In the wilderness, I was just seventeen.
    G              Am            D
By far the bloody angle was the worst I'd ever seen
       C     G
In the wilderness

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We broke in disorder and fled into the pines.
Am             G            Am         Am/B     C
Tangled in the underbrush, we couldn't find our lines.
                        G              Am       Am/B    C
We faced them there for hours, till it grew too dark to fight.
        G                    Am            D              G
And the groans and cries for water went unanswered in the night.

      C      G         Am    Am/B    C
In the wilderness, the early days of june.
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Lyin with the dyin, 'neath the green virginia moon.
      C      G               Am    Am/B    C
In the wilderness, where the devil tempted christ,
G              Am        D
Lee got on the radio and ordered up a strike.
      C      G
In the wilderness.

      C                G     Am           Am/B     C
So we set the woods on fire, stopped them in their tracks.
      C                   G       Am        Am/B   C
We laughed as we saw them runnin, shot them in the backs.
      C           G              Am    Am/B     C
They never saw it comin from the guns up in the trees.
      G                Am                    D
So we let them have it one more time as they fell down to their knees.
      C      G
In the wilderness.


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I was way out in the wilderness with the stonewall brigade.
    Am             G                   Am     Am/B    C
The captain saw my wounds and said son prayin aint my trade.
                 G        Am         Am/B     C
Jets were roarin over, we beheld the pride of mars,
     G                  Am         D                G
With hearts the size of houses and eyes ablaze like stars.

      C      G        Am      Am/B    C
In the wilderness the serpent wears a crown,
               G             Am            D
but their were angels in the treetops as I lay my body down.
      C     G       Am       Am/B C 
In the wilderness I was just seventeen,
   G              Am            D
by far the bloody angle was the worst i'd ever see.
      C      G
In the wilderness.