Chords for Chad Mitchell Trio - The Battle Hymn of the Republic, Updated - Written by Mark Twain (1968)
Tempo:
130.25 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
[A] Glory, glory, hallelujah.
[E] [A] Glory, glory, [G#m] [F#m] hallelujah.
[D] Our truth [E] is marching on.
[A] Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Lord.
It is the punching of the sword.
[D] It is trampling of the vintage,
where [A] the stranger's wealth is stored.
[E] We [A] have loosed our fateful lightning,
and with flame and death [F#m] have scored.
[Bm]
Our might [E] is marching [A]
on.
Glory, glory, [E] hallelujah.
[D] Glory, glory, hallelujah.
[A] Glory, glory,
[D#] [F#m] hallelujah.
[Bm] Our might [E] is marching [A] on.
I have seen it in the watch fires of a hundred foreign camps,
where [D] we've builded an altar [A] in the eastern dews and [E] damps.
[A] I have read its righteous sentence by the light [G#m] of human [F#m] lamps.
[D] Our power [E] is marching [A] on.
I've seen its gospel message written in burnished rows of steel,
[D] as men deal with our pretensions, [A] so with them our wealth shall heal.
Let the mighty sons of freedom crush the patriots [F#m] with their heel.
[Bm] Our greed [E] is marching
[A] on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
[D] Glory, [Bm] glory, [E]
hallelujah.
[A] Glory, glory, [C#] [F#m] hallelujah.
Our [D] greed [E] is marching [A] on.
Mid a sordid slime harmonious greed was born in yonder ditch,
with [D] a longing in its bosom for [A] all others' goods and itch.
[E] As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to [F#m] make us rich.
[Bm] Our God [E] is [A] marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
[D] Glory, glory, [A]
hallelujah.
Glory, glory, [C#] [F#m] hallelujah.
[Bm] Our God [E] is marching [A]
on.
[A] Glory, glory, hallelujah.
[E] [A] Glory, glory, [G#m] [F#m] hallelujah.
[D] Our truth [E] is marching on.
[A] Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Lord.
It is the punching of the sword.
[D] It is trampling of the vintage,
where [A] the stranger's wealth is stored.
[E] We [A] have loosed our fateful lightning,
and with flame and death [F#m] have scored.
[Bm]
Our might [E] is marching [A]
on.
Glory, glory, [E] hallelujah.
[D] Glory, glory, hallelujah.
[A] Glory, glory,
[D#] [F#m] hallelujah.
[Bm] Our might [E] is marching [A] on.
I have seen it in the watch fires of a hundred foreign camps,
where [D] we've builded an altar [A] in the eastern dews and [E] damps.
[A] I have read its righteous sentence by the light [G#m] of human [F#m] lamps.
[D] Our power [E] is marching [A] on.
I've seen its gospel message written in burnished rows of steel,
[D] as men deal with our pretensions, [A] so with them our wealth shall heal.
Let the mighty sons of freedom crush the patriots [F#m] with their heel.
[Bm] Our greed [E] is marching
[A] on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
[D] Glory, [Bm] glory, [E]
hallelujah.
[A] Glory, glory, [C#] [F#m] hallelujah.
Our [D] greed [E] is marching [A] on.
Mid a sordid slime harmonious greed was born in yonder ditch,
with [D] a longing in its bosom for [A] all others' goods and itch.
[E] As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to [F#m] make us rich.
[Bm] Our God [E] is [A] marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
[D] Glory, glory, [A]
hallelujah.
Glory, glory, [C#] [F#m] hallelujah.
[Bm] Our God [E] is marching [A]
on.
Key:
A
E
D
F#m
Bm
A
E
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Glory, glory, _ hallelujah.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Glory, _ _ glory, _ hallelujah. _
_ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ Glory, glory, _ _ _ _ [G#m] [F#m] hallelujah. _
[D] Our truth [E] is marching _ on.
_ _ _ [A] Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Lord.
It is the punching of the sword.
[D] It is trampling of the vintage,
where [A] the stranger's wealth is stored.
[E] We [A] have loosed our fateful lightning,
and with flame and death [F#m] have scored.
_ [Bm]
Our might [E] is marching [A] _ _
_ _ on. _ _ _
Glory, glory, _ _ _ [E] hallelujah.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ Glory, glory, _ hallelujah. _ _ _ _ _
[A] Glory, _ _ glory, _ _
[D#] _ [F#m] hallelujah.
_ [Bm] Our might [E] is _ marching [A] _ _ on.
_ I have seen it in the watch fires of a hundred foreign camps,
where [D] we've builded an altar [A] in the eastern dews and [E] damps.
[A] I have read its righteous sentence by the light [G#m] of human [F#m] lamps.
_ [D] Our power [E] is marching [A] _ _ _ _ on.
I've seen its gospel message written in burnished rows of steel,
[D] as men deal with our pretensions, [A] so with them our wealth shall heal.
Let the mighty sons of freedom crush the patriots [F#m] with their heel.
[Bm] Our greed [E] is marching _ _
[A] _ _ on. _ _ _
Glory, glory, _ _ _ hallelujah. _
_ [D] _ _ Glory, [Bm] glory, [E] _
_ _ hallelujah.
_ _ [A] Glory, _ glory, _ _ [C#] _ [F#m] hallelujah.
_ Our [D] greed [E] is _ marching [A] _ _ _ _ on. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Mid a sordid slime _ harmonious greed was born in yonder ditch,
with [D] a longing in its bosom for [A] all others' goods and itch.
[E] As Christ died to make men holy, _ let men die to [F#m] make us rich.
[Bm] Our God [E] is _ _ [A] marching _ on.
_ _ _ _ Glory, glory, _ _ _ hallelujah. _ _
[D] _ _ Glory, glory, [A] _ _
_ hallelujah.
_ _ Glory, _ glory, _ _ _ [C#] _ [F#m] hallelujah.
_ [Bm] Our God [E] is _ marching [A] _ _ _ _ _
on. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Glory, glory, _ hallelujah.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Glory, _ _ glory, _ hallelujah. _
_ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ Glory, glory, _ _ _ _ [G#m] [F#m] hallelujah. _
[D] Our truth [E] is marching _ on.
_ _ _ [A] Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Lord.
It is the punching of the sword.
[D] It is trampling of the vintage,
where [A] the stranger's wealth is stored.
[E] We [A] have loosed our fateful lightning,
and with flame and death [F#m] have scored.
_ [Bm]
Our might [E] is marching [A] _ _
_ _ on. _ _ _
Glory, glory, _ _ _ [E] hallelujah.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ Glory, glory, _ hallelujah. _ _ _ _ _
[A] Glory, _ _ glory, _ _
[D#] _ [F#m] hallelujah.
_ [Bm] Our might [E] is _ marching [A] _ _ on.
_ I have seen it in the watch fires of a hundred foreign camps,
where [D] we've builded an altar [A] in the eastern dews and [E] damps.
[A] I have read its righteous sentence by the light [G#m] of human [F#m] lamps.
_ [D] Our power [E] is marching [A] _ _ _ _ on.
I've seen its gospel message written in burnished rows of steel,
[D] as men deal with our pretensions, [A] so with them our wealth shall heal.
Let the mighty sons of freedom crush the patriots [F#m] with their heel.
[Bm] Our greed [E] is marching _ _
[A] _ _ on. _ _ _
Glory, glory, _ _ _ hallelujah. _
_ [D] _ _ Glory, [Bm] glory, [E] _
_ _ hallelujah.
_ _ [A] Glory, _ glory, _ _ [C#] _ [F#m] hallelujah.
_ Our [D] greed [E] is _ marching [A] _ _ _ _ on. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Mid a sordid slime _ harmonious greed was born in yonder ditch,
with [D] a longing in its bosom for [A] all others' goods and itch.
[E] As Christ died to make men holy, _ let men die to [F#m] make us rich.
[Bm] Our God [E] is _ _ [A] marching _ on.
_ _ _ _ Glory, glory, _ _ _ hallelujah. _ _
[D] _ _ Glory, glory, [A] _ _
_ hallelujah.
_ _ Glory, _ glory, _ _ _ [C#] _ [F#m] hallelujah.
_ [Bm] Our God [E] is _ marching [A] _ _ _ _ _
on. _ _ _ _ _ _ _