Dear Mr. President by the Rustic Overtones off their new album, Light at the End. Very simple, catchy song, with a good message. The intro has two guitars, one strumming chords and one picking the chords. For the and choruses, you can pick the bass line easily, just hitting the 5ths. _Intro_ F Am Dm C C#5 F Am Dm C C#5* *C#5: e--0-- B--1-- G--1-- D--2-- A--3-- E----- F Dear Mr. President, Am Dm C I?m a soldier with the 82nd Airborne stationed overseas. F Am My family and my friends all pray that God is watching over me. Dm C Even God can?t save us now. Bb F Mr. President, I?m writing you this poem, Bb F And I?ve sent along this picture of my family back at home. Bb Am C I hear my heart beat loud in these killing fields alone. Bb F I always hit my target; I just miss my happy home. Bb F When will be the end of this all? Bb F Tell me, when will be the end of this all? Bb Am C Now that our back is against the wall. F C Whoa, oh yea ---Repeat Intro once.--- F Am I joined the army like my father did and his father did before. Dm C I saw Army green and canvas look like perfect art of war. F Am The images I see now are like ones I saw before. Dm C How am I a hero if I don?t know what it?s for? Bb F Days are getting longer, nights I never get to sleep, Bb F And I just had a newborn daughter that I hope I get to see. Bb Am C I?ve got bloodshed on my conscience; she?s so innocent and free. Bb F I just killed some baby?s father, better him instead of me. Bb F When will be the end of this all? Bb F Tell me, when will be the end of this all? Bb Am C Now that our back is against the wall? F C Mankind is getting small. --Repeat Chorus Once-- F Am Before the war, life it was beautiful, we marched out in the sun. Dm C Now it?s stars and stripes at funerals, our darkest days have come. F Am Dying in this combat zone, it scares me half to death, Dm C ?Cause if I don?t make it to heaven, what?s to live for after death? Bb F I?ve seen mothers of the friends I?ve lost out marching in a crowd, Bb F ?Cause their sons wear purple hearts inside their coffins in the ground. Bb Am C When they left for war, they thought their mommies would be proud. Bb F When they faced off with their enemies, they fought to take them down. Bb F Hatred is tearing us all apart, Bb F Separation is tearing the world apart, Bb Am C Corruption is playing its part. _Outtro_ F C F Am Dm C C#5 F
