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) |G | | | | 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. C The patriot's dream is as old as the sky, G A7 D 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 | 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. |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, G D/F# Em G D/F# Em 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, G D/F# Em D/F# G 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 |Cmaj7 |Am |Em | | 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, G D/F# Em G D/F# Em 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 |Cmaj7 |Am |Em | | 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, G D/F# Em D/F# G 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 casparus60@yahoo.com
