The Patriot's Dream
(G) The songs of the wars are as (C) old as the hills
They (G) cling like the rust on the (A) cold steel that (D) kills
They (G) tell of the boys who went down to the (C) tracks
In a (D) patriotic manner with the (C) cold steel on their (G) backs
The
patriot's
dream is as old as the sky
It lives
in the lust of a cold callous lie
Let's drink
to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the
patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
The
train
pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer
got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the
boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding
off to glory in the spring of their years
The
patriot's
dream still lives on today
It makes
mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Let's drink
to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the
patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
(Em)
Well
there (G)
was
a (D) sad, sad
(Em) lady
(G)
Weeping
(D) all night
(Em) long
She re(G)ceived
a
(D) sad, sad
(Em) message
From a
(G) voice on the (D)
tele(Em)phone
Her
(G) children
(D) were all
(Em) sleeping
As she
(G) waited
(D) out the (Em)
dawn
How
(G) could she
(D) tell those
(Em) children
That their
(G) father (D)
was shot (Em)
down
So she
(G) took them
(D) to her (Em)
side that day
And she
(G) told them
(D) one by (Em)
one
Your
(G) father (D)
was
a (Em) good man
ten thousand (D) miles
from (G) home
(B7)
He
(Am7) tried to do his
(D) duty and it
(G) took him straight to
(Cmaj7) hell
He
(Am7) might be in some
(D) prison, I
(G) hope he's treated
(Cmaj7) well
(Am7)
Well
there
was a young girl watching in the early afternoon
When she
heard the name of someone who said he'd be home soon
And she
wondered how they got him, but the papers did not tell
There would
be no sweet reunion, there would be no wedding bells
So she
took herself into her room and she turned the bed sheets down
And she
cried into the silken folds of her new wedding gown
He tried
to do his duty and it took him straight to hell
He might
be in some prison, I hope he's treated well
Well
there
was an old man sitting in his mansion on the hill
And he
thought of his good fortune and the time he'd yet o kill
Well he
called to his wife one day, "Come sit with me awhile"
Then turning
toward the sunset, he smiled a wicked smile
"Well I'd
like to say I'm sorry for the sinful deeds I've done
But let
me first remind you, I'm a patriotic son"
They tried
to do their duty and it took 'em straight to hell
They might
be in some prison, I hope they're treated well
The
songs
of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling
like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell
of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic
manner with the cold steel on their backs
The
train
pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer
got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the
boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding
off to glory in the spring of their years
The
patriot's
dream still lives on today
It makes
mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Let's drink
to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the
patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
