This one was kind of difficult to make, since I had to do it by ear. 
However, I think the chords are pretty close. 
This is from the album Lost Causes.
The chords for all verses are the same, and the chords for all choruses are the same. 
Should be played like a dirge.

V1 
   Dm        Am
I'll see you on Sunday just after the war
      Gm           F
We'll hang up our bruised old arms on the wall
   Dm             Gm        Edim        Dm
so check all your armor and guns at the door we?ll drink to the end of it all
      Gm            F           C           Edim    Dm     Edim      Dm
we?ll check all our armor and guns at the door on Sunday after the war
      Dm                        Am
we?ll drown it in brandy, we?ll drown it in wine
    Gm                          F
when all of the ships have laid anchor ashore 
Dm                         Gm
I?ll pay for your sorrow if you?ll pay for mine 
     Edim                       Dm
when the ships have laid anchor ashore
     Gm           F         C              Edim    Dm     Edim      Dm
I?ll pay for your sorrow if you?ll pay for mine on Sunday after the war

Chorus 1
Bb             F         Gm
after the war, after the war, 
       Gm      F              Edim      Dm
all the bells will be ringing after the war 
Bb             F        G#
after the war, after the war, 
   F            Edim  Dm
oh nothing will be as before
Am Gm                    F   Am
on Sunday just after the war

V2

I?ll see you on Sunday just after the war
we?ll wipe all the mud & the blood from our boots
the grunts & the brass, volunteers & recruits
will carry their burdens no more
they?ll sell off their burdens at the old surplus store 
on Sunday after the war
I?ll try to get used to my house & my bed
when the flags have been folded & put in the drawer 
i?ll try to forget what I got in my head
on Sunday just after the war
when the flags have been folded & put in the drawer 
on Sunday after the war

Chorus 2

after the war, after the war, 
all the birds will be singing after the war 
after the war, after the war, 
oh nothing will be as before
on Sunday just after the war

V3

the meadow is heavy with drink from our veins 
& some mother?s son ain?t no boy anymore
I swear I won?t even try to explain
how meadows & fingers are stained
if you ask me I swear I won?t try to explain 
on Sunday after the war
so i?ll see you on Sunday just after the war
 we?ll cast our remembrance down in the grave 
where so many others who no one could save 
are smothered in brothers as brave
we?ll cast our remembrance down in the grave 
on Sunday after the war

Chorus 3

after the war, after the war, 
they?re always recruiting after the war
after the war, will everything be as before 
on Sunday just after the war