I Wanna Be In The Cavalry Chords by Corb Lund

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Well I wanna be in the cavalry, they send me off to war.
I want a good seat under me, like my forefathers before.
I want a [N] good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear [Gm] the cannons roar.
[G] Well I wanna be in the cavalry, they send me off to war.
Well I want a horse and a volunteer force, [C] [G] riding for the dawn.
[C] Please save for me [G] some gallantry, that will let go [D] when I'm gone.
[G] I'll beg a few swords, I may lead the [C] charge when the battle [Em] landed wrong.
[C] Let me at least [G] leave a good hoof beat, I remember that and long.
Well I'm not a good foot soldier, make [C] me sour and [Em] slow at march.
[C] And I'd be sick [G] on a navy ship and the sea would leave [D] me parched.
[G] But I'll be first in line if they let me ride, [C] by God you'll see [Em] my starch.
[C] Look back for the heap [G] of the low low wheat, underneath [D] that [G] victory arch.
Well I wanna be in the cavalry, [C] they send me off [Em] to war.
[C] Well I want a good [G] seat under me, like my forefathers [D] before.
[G] I want a good mount when the bugle [C] sounds and I hear the [Em] cannons roar.
[C] Well I wanna be [G] in the cavalry, they send me off to war.
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Let me earn my spurs and the battles blue, when the day is lost [Em] or won.
[C] I'll wield my [G] lance as the ponies dance and the black guards [D] fire their [G] guns.
I'll save a cane and a saddle car [C] bean and an army [Em] remains in.
[C] Where the hot lead screams [G] and the cold coal steel, I may be a cavalryman.
Well I wanna be in the cavalry, [C] they send me off [Em] to war.
[C] Well I want a good [G] seat under me, like my forefathers [D] before.
[G] I want a good mount when the bugle [C] sounds and I hear the [Em] cannons roar.
[C] Well I wanna be [G] in the cavalry, they send me [D] off [G] to war.
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Let them play their flutes and stir [C] up my boots and place them back to front.
Cause I won't be back on the riderless black and I'm finished in my hunt.
Well I wanna be in the cavalry, they send me off to war.
Well I wanna be in the cavalry, [G] but I won't ride [C] home no more.
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