Chords for Diary Of One Now Dead (Ellis Coles)
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Each follower of that green land,
As quickly towards heaven she did [A] soar,
That Yankee [B] B-26 en route to Hews [E] Bay, Labrador.
I know it would be the last time
They would fly together in [A] the blue,
And the [B] Segalac would be to face
For that bummer [E] and her crew.
By the 30th of November,
It was in the year of [A] 42,
She struck a [B] storm of heavy cloud,
And right away then the [E] 8th of June,
To navigate the winter storm,
Far up north sometimes the chips [A] are down,
So we all recourse and flew to south,
Saying boys we'll have to [E] go around.
Many miles later, far out to sea,
He turned that [A] bird around,
Joseph [B] and he set a course,
Once more for Hews Bay [E] they were bound.
They made contact with Hews Bay,
Just minutes before the [B]
radio [A] went dead,
We'll have to fly [B] by cobblers now,
To navigate her to that pile [E] of sin.
[A] They struck the coast of Labrador,
Just where there seemed to [E] be some doubt,
They flew to north,
Cause somehow figured they were flying too far [B] south,
But they [E] figured wrong,
Cause some miles later,
Far down that coast they [A] somehow found,
They were flying too far north,
And once again they turned that bird [E] around,
Then the Hingin started missing,
As the gauges read completely,
Had a few,
Fly in the [B] valley quickly,
We must take her down,
That's all there's [E] left to do.
But she crashed between the mountains,
Came to rest among great boulders,
[A] Still intact,
Yes her last [B] flight had ended,
Among the barren hills of [E] St.
Vines.
In the crash she was badly shaken,
With minor cuts but every one [A] alright,
They ate up some [F#] coal rations,
And prepared to lie down for [E] the night.
Then Joseph Honey slipped outside,
When he saw that star of sex and [A] came to use,
And soon it [B] was decided,
He was four hundred miles [E] north of use.
From [A] that same star decided that,
The little town of Hebron [E] was nearby,
But he never tried to reach it,
I guess we'll always have [B] to wonder why,
Why'd he stay [E] inside and wait,
While being cold and hungry all [A] in vain,
Waiting for [B] the sound of the Hingin,
Off a plane that [E] never came.
Yes you fancy living in the belly of a plane,
In Fort [A] Debo,
And every [B] morning waking with,
Your blankets cold, frozen, [E] white with snow,
With not a stick of wood,
Just the rocky barren hills of a frozen [A] land,
And your only source of heat,
Was the heat of burning gas in [E] old tin cans.
One day they came upon a plan,
A plan they thought would work [A] without a doubt,
[B] Johnson, Old and Joseph,
And would take a rubber boat [E] and roll south,
Two days before Christmas,
They dropped that rubber boat [A] into the bay,
We'll send back help when we arrive,
Said goodbye and slowly drove [E] away.
Now men will always gamble,
With women, cards and money [A] evermore,
But no man [B] dared to gamble in,
An open boat of nobler [E] barbador,
But in total desperation,
They gambled with their lives in [A] hope to win,
But the odds were [B] stacked against,
These three brave men was never [E] seen again.
[A] And back in Segalac,
In the belly of a plane,
Life [E] went on,
It and weaker, wetter, colder,
Soon the summer months had [B] passed and gone,
And [E] January only brought more days of cold,
Hunger [A] and despair,
Their spirits [B] low, their hopes forgot,
They will live no [E] longer there.
In the first month on the 17th,
They shared a kabob soup their very [A] last,
Their foot [B] all gone and not disfrogged,
They knew right then that life was slipping [E] fast,
For days they lay in slumber,
Just funneled there together near the [A] end,
And on the [B] third day, second month,
He rolled into his diary [E] once again.
We're [A] growing weak and tired,
But we pray to God we'll last a few [E] more days,
While our hopes are getting weaker,
We [E] just saw young waves slip [B] away.
[E] This word, the last words written,
And in our minds they help to [A] take us back,
To the night that [B] Jesus called them home,
From that frozen hell called [E] Segalac.
As early in the month of March,
Several Eskimos on [A] dog and sleigh,
Went down [B] between the mountains,
To hunt for fur and food [E] in St.
John's Bay.
Early in their journey,
Barely thirty miles they [A] had gone,
When they found four [B] frozen bodies,
Just three and one half hours [E] from Ypron.
[A] Now this story is not fiction,
To bring the facts to you, I've [E] really tried,
Because I'm here now in Segalac,
The very spot where these men crashed [B] and died,
[E] And in my hand I'm holding,
The diary that many times [A] I've read,
I guess the cover says it all,
The diary of one [E] now dead.
[B] I'm here now in Segalac,
[E] The very spot where these men crashed and died,
[B] [N]
As quickly towards heaven she did [A] soar,
That Yankee [B] B-26 en route to Hews [E] Bay, Labrador.
I know it would be the last time
They would fly together in [A] the blue,
And the [B] Segalac would be to face
For that bummer [E] and her crew.
By the 30th of November,
It was in the year of [A] 42,
She struck a [B] storm of heavy cloud,
And right away then the [E] 8th of June,
To navigate the winter storm,
Far up north sometimes the chips [A] are down,
So we all recourse and flew to south,
Saying boys we'll have to [E] go around.
Many miles later, far out to sea,
He turned that [A] bird around,
Joseph [B] and he set a course,
Once more for Hews Bay [E] they were bound.
They made contact with Hews Bay,
Just minutes before the [B]
radio [A] went dead,
We'll have to fly [B] by cobblers now,
To navigate her to that pile [E] of sin.
[A] They struck the coast of Labrador,
Just where there seemed to [E] be some doubt,
They flew to north,
Cause somehow figured they were flying too far [B] south,
But they [E] figured wrong,
Cause some miles later,
Far down that coast they [A] somehow found,
They were flying too far north,
And once again they turned that bird [E] around,
Then the Hingin started missing,
As the gauges read completely,
Had a few,
Fly in the [B] valley quickly,
We must take her down,
That's all there's [E] left to do.
But she crashed between the mountains,
Came to rest among great boulders,
[A] Still intact,
Yes her last [B] flight had ended,
Among the barren hills of [E] St.
Vines.
In the crash she was badly shaken,
With minor cuts but every one [A] alright,
They ate up some [F#] coal rations,
And prepared to lie down for [E] the night.
Then Joseph Honey slipped outside,
When he saw that star of sex and [A] came to use,
And soon it [B] was decided,
He was four hundred miles [E] north of use.
From [A] that same star decided that,
The little town of Hebron [E] was nearby,
But he never tried to reach it,
I guess we'll always have [B] to wonder why,
Why'd he stay [E] inside and wait,
While being cold and hungry all [A] in vain,
Waiting for [B] the sound of the Hingin,
Off a plane that [E] never came.
Yes you fancy living in the belly of a plane,
In Fort [A] Debo,
And every [B] morning waking with,
Your blankets cold, frozen, [E] white with snow,
With not a stick of wood,
Just the rocky barren hills of a frozen [A] land,
And your only source of heat,
Was the heat of burning gas in [E] old tin cans.
One day they came upon a plan,
A plan they thought would work [A] without a doubt,
[B] Johnson, Old and Joseph,
And would take a rubber boat [E] and roll south,
Two days before Christmas,
They dropped that rubber boat [A] into the bay,
We'll send back help when we arrive,
Said goodbye and slowly drove [E] away.
Now men will always gamble,
With women, cards and money [A] evermore,
But no man [B] dared to gamble in,
An open boat of nobler [E] barbador,
But in total desperation,
They gambled with their lives in [A] hope to win,
But the odds were [B] stacked against,
These three brave men was never [E] seen again.
[A] And back in Segalac,
In the belly of a plane,
Life [E] went on,
It and weaker, wetter, colder,
Soon the summer months had [B] passed and gone,
And [E] January only brought more days of cold,
Hunger [A] and despair,
Their spirits [B] low, their hopes forgot,
They will live no [E] longer there.
In the first month on the 17th,
They shared a kabob soup their very [A] last,
Their foot [B] all gone and not disfrogged,
They knew right then that life was slipping [E] fast,
For days they lay in slumber,
Just funneled there together near the [A] end,
And on the [B] third day, second month,
He rolled into his diary [E] once again.
We're [A] growing weak and tired,
But we pray to God we'll last a few [E] more days,
While our hopes are getting weaker,
We [E] just saw young waves slip [B] away.
[E] This word, the last words written,
And in our minds they help to [A] take us back,
To the night that [B] Jesus called them home,
From that frozen hell called [E] Segalac.
As early in the month of March,
Several Eskimos on [A] dog and sleigh,
Went down [B] between the mountains,
To hunt for fur and food [E] in St.
John's Bay.
Early in their journey,
Barely thirty miles they [A] had gone,
When they found four [B] frozen bodies,
Just three and one half hours [E] from Ypron.
[A] Now this story is not fiction,
To bring the facts to you, I've [E] really tried,
Because I'm here now in Segalac,
The very spot where these men crashed [B] and died,
[E] And in my hand I'm holding,
The diary that many times [A] I've read,
I guess the cover says it all,
The diary of one [E] now dead.
[B] I'm here now in Segalac,
[E] The very spot where these men crashed and died,
[B] [N]
Key:
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B
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_ _ _ _ _
Each follower of that green land,
As quickly towards heaven she did [A] soar, _
That Yankee [B] B-26 en route to Hews [E] Bay, Labrador.
_ _ I know it would be the last time
They would fly together in [A] the blue,
_ And the [B] Segalac would be to face
For that bummer [E] and her crew.
_ _ By the 30th of November,
It was in the year of [A] 42,
_ _ She struck a [B] storm of heavy cloud,
And right away then the [E] 8th of June,
_ _ To navigate the winter storm,
Far up north sometimes the chips [A] are down,
_ So we all recourse and flew to south,
Saying boys we'll have to [E] go around. _ _ _
Many miles later, far out to sea,
He turned that [A] bird around, _ _
Joseph [B] and he set a course,
Once more for Hews Bay [E] they were bound.
They made contact with Hews Bay,
Just minutes before the [B]
radio [A] went dead,
_ We'll have to fly [B] by cobblers now,
To navigate her to that pile [E] of sin. _ _ _ _
[A] They struck the coast of Labrador,
Just where there seemed to [E] be some doubt,
_ They flew to north,
Cause somehow figured they were flying too far [B] south,
But they [E] figured wrong,
Cause some miles later,
Far down that coast they [A] somehow found,
They were flying too far north,
And once again they turned that bird [E] around,
_ _ _ Then the Hingin started missing,
As the gauges read completely,
Had a few,
_ Fly in the [B] valley quickly,
We must take her down,
That's all there's [E] left to do.
_ _ But she crashed between the mountains,
Came to rest among great boulders,
[A] Still intact,
Yes her last [B] flight had ended,
Among the barren hills of [E] St.
Vines.
_ _ _ In the crash she was badly shaken,
With minor cuts but every one [A] alright,
_ _ They ate up some [F#] coal rations,
And prepared to lie down for [E] the night.
_ _ Then Joseph Honey slipped outside,
When he saw that star of sex and [A] came to use,
_ And soon it [B] was decided,
He was four hundred miles [E] north of use.
_ From [A] that same star decided that,
The little town of Hebron [E] was nearby,
_ But he never tried to reach it,
I guess we'll always have [B] to wonder why,
_ Why'd he stay [E] inside and wait,
While being cold and hungry all [A] in vain,
_ _ Waiting for [B] the sound of the Hingin,
Off a plane that [E] never came.
_ _ _ Yes you fancy living in the belly of a plane,
In Fort [A] Debo,
_ _ And every [B] morning waking with,
Your blankets cold, frozen, [E] white with snow,
_ With not a stick of wood,
Just the rocky barren hills of a frozen [A] land,
_ And your only source of heat,
Was the heat of burning gas in [E] old tin cans.
_ _ One day they came upon a plan,
A plan they thought would work [A] without a doubt,
_ [B] Johnson, Old and Joseph,
And would take a rubber boat [E] and roll south,
_ _ Two days before Christmas,
They dropped that rubber boat [A] into the bay,
_ We'll send back help when we arrive,
Said goodbye and slowly drove [E] away.
_ _ _ Now men will always gamble,
With women, cards and money [A] evermore,
But no man [B] dared to gamble in,
An open boat of nobler [E] barbador,
_ _ But in total desperation,
They gambled with their lives in [A] hope to win,
But the odds were [B] stacked against,
These three brave men was never [E] seen again.
_ _ [A] And back in Segalac,
In the belly of a plane,
Life [E] went on,
It and weaker, wetter, colder,
Soon the summer months had [B] passed and gone,
And [E] January only brought more days of cold,
Hunger [A] and despair,
Their spirits [B] low, their hopes forgot,
They will live no [E] longer there.
_ _ _ In the first month on the 17th,
They shared a kabob soup their very [A] last, _ _
Their foot [B] all gone and not disfrogged,
They knew right then that life was slipping [E] fast, _ _
For days they lay in slumber,
Just funneled there together near the [A] end,
And on the [B] third day, second month,
He rolled into his diary [E] once again. _
We're [A] growing weak and tired,
But we pray to God we'll last a few [E] more days, _ _
While our hopes are getting weaker,
We [E] just saw young waves slip [B] away. _
[E] This word, the last words written,
And in our minds they help to [A] take us back,
To the night that [B] Jesus called them home,
From that frozen hell called [E] Segalac. _ _
As early in the month of March,
Several Eskimos on [A] dog and sleigh,
Went down [B] between the mountains,
To hunt for fur and food [E] in St.
John's Bay.
_ _ Early in their journey,
Barely thirty miles they [A] had gone,
_ When they found four [B] frozen bodies,
Just three and one half hours [E] from Ypron.
_ _ [A] Now this story is not fiction,
To bring the facts to you, I've [E] really tried,
Because I'm here now in Segalac,
The very spot where these men crashed [B] and died,
_ [E] And in my hand I'm holding,
The diary that many times [A] I've read,
_ I guess the cover says it all,
The diary of one [E] now dead. _
[B] I'm here now in Segalac,
_ [E] The very spot where these men crashed and died,
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Each follower of that green land,
As quickly towards heaven she did [A] soar, _
That Yankee [B] B-26 en route to Hews [E] Bay, Labrador.
_ _ I know it would be the last time
They would fly together in [A] the blue,
_ And the [B] Segalac would be to face
For that bummer [E] and her crew.
_ _ By the 30th of November,
It was in the year of [A] 42,
_ _ She struck a [B] storm of heavy cloud,
And right away then the [E] 8th of June,
_ _ To navigate the winter storm,
Far up north sometimes the chips [A] are down,
_ So we all recourse and flew to south,
Saying boys we'll have to [E] go around. _ _ _
Many miles later, far out to sea,
He turned that [A] bird around, _ _
Joseph [B] and he set a course,
Once more for Hews Bay [E] they were bound.
They made contact with Hews Bay,
Just minutes before the [B]
radio [A] went dead,
_ We'll have to fly [B] by cobblers now,
To navigate her to that pile [E] of sin. _ _ _ _
[A] They struck the coast of Labrador,
Just where there seemed to [E] be some doubt,
_ They flew to north,
Cause somehow figured they were flying too far [B] south,
But they [E] figured wrong,
Cause some miles later,
Far down that coast they [A] somehow found,
They were flying too far north,
And once again they turned that bird [E] around,
_ _ _ Then the Hingin started missing,
As the gauges read completely,
Had a few,
_ Fly in the [B] valley quickly,
We must take her down,
That's all there's [E] left to do.
_ _ But she crashed between the mountains,
Came to rest among great boulders,
[A] Still intact,
Yes her last [B] flight had ended,
Among the barren hills of [E] St.
Vines.
_ _ _ In the crash she was badly shaken,
With minor cuts but every one [A] alright,
_ _ They ate up some [F#] coal rations,
And prepared to lie down for [E] the night.
_ _ Then Joseph Honey slipped outside,
When he saw that star of sex and [A] came to use,
_ And soon it [B] was decided,
He was four hundred miles [E] north of use.
_ From [A] that same star decided that,
The little town of Hebron [E] was nearby,
_ But he never tried to reach it,
I guess we'll always have [B] to wonder why,
_ Why'd he stay [E] inside and wait,
While being cold and hungry all [A] in vain,
_ _ Waiting for [B] the sound of the Hingin,
Off a plane that [E] never came.
_ _ _ Yes you fancy living in the belly of a plane,
In Fort [A] Debo,
_ _ And every [B] morning waking with,
Your blankets cold, frozen, [E] white with snow,
_ With not a stick of wood,
Just the rocky barren hills of a frozen [A] land,
_ And your only source of heat,
Was the heat of burning gas in [E] old tin cans.
_ _ One day they came upon a plan,
A plan they thought would work [A] without a doubt,
_ [B] Johnson, Old and Joseph,
And would take a rubber boat [E] and roll south,
_ _ Two days before Christmas,
They dropped that rubber boat [A] into the bay,
_ We'll send back help when we arrive,
Said goodbye and slowly drove [E] away.
_ _ _ Now men will always gamble,
With women, cards and money [A] evermore,
But no man [B] dared to gamble in,
An open boat of nobler [E] barbador,
_ _ But in total desperation,
They gambled with their lives in [A] hope to win,
But the odds were [B] stacked against,
These three brave men was never [E] seen again.
_ _ [A] And back in Segalac,
In the belly of a plane,
Life [E] went on,
It and weaker, wetter, colder,
Soon the summer months had [B] passed and gone,
And [E] January only brought more days of cold,
Hunger [A] and despair,
Their spirits [B] low, their hopes forgot,
They will live no [E] longer there.
_ _ _ In the first month on the 17th,
They shared a kabob soup their very [A] last, _ _
Their foot [B] all gone and not disfrogged,
They knew right then that life was slipping [E] fast, _ _
For days they lay in slumber,
Just funneled there together near the [A] end,
And on the [B] third day, second month,
He rolled into his diary [E] once again. _
We're [A] growing weak and tired,
But we pray to God we'll last a few [E] more days, _ _
While our hopes are getting weaker,
We [E] just saw young waves slip [B] away. _
[E] This word, the last words written,
And in our minds they help to [A] take us back,
To the night that [B] Jesus called them home,
From that frozen hell called [E] Segalac. _ _
As early in the month of March,
Several Eskimos on [A] dog and sleigh,
Went down [B] between the mountains,
To hunt for fur and food [E] in St.
John's Bay.
_ _ Early in their journey,
Barely thirty miles they [A] had gone,
_ When they found four [B] frozen bodies,
Just three and one half hours [E] from Ypron.
_ _ [A] Now this story is not fiction,
To bring the facts to you, I've [E] really tried,
Because I'm here now in Segalac,
The very spot where these men crashed [B] and died,
_ [E] And in my hand I'm holding,
The diary that many times [A] I've read,
_ I guess the cover says it all,
The diary of one [E] now dead. _
[B] I'm here now in Segalac,
_ [E] The very spot where these men crashed and died,
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _