Mercenaries Chords by Harry Chapin
Tempo:
58 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
F#m
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [Am] [B] [G]
[D]
[D] It's a slow [F#m] motion night in the hot city [G] lights, past time when the [A] good folks are snoring in
[D] bed, on a loose jointed [F#m] cruise to recolor your [Bm] blues with illegal [A] notions alive, [G] alive
in your head.
[D] You [A] [D] are back from some [F#m] war that you've been fighting [G] for, some old blue blood [A] bastard
in a darkened [D] stratsuit, and the words in your [F#m] loins as your mind and your [Bm] groin and
your back pocket [A] burns with blood, [G] blood money [D] loose.
[G]
[D] [G] So you walk past the [F#m] glow of the picture [Bm] shows, where the raincoat men [E] wait for a child to
come [G] by, and the women in [F#m] doorways who have nothing to [Bm] say, cause your money is [A] talking
to the ones that you would [G]
try.
[D] [A] [D] She owns the [F#m] block with the dead pawn shop [G] clock, she's the answer to [A] dreams that you
pay to come [D] true, she's got no heart of [F#m] gold but that's not what she's [Bm] sold, she just sees
herself [A] doing what she, what [G] she has to [D] do.
[G] [D] [A]
[D] And she's all that you're [F#m] hoping, as her coat falls [G] open, give her bread, she [A] leads you
to a bed on the [D] floor, where for ten million [F#m] years and through [C#] ten million [Bm] tears, the armies
of [A] the men have marched back from [C] [G] their war.
[Em] [D]
[G] She's in that state of [F#m] grace before time finds her [Bm] face, with a mind of old [E] wisdom and a
body still [G] young, and she tastes as [F#m] sweet as a child's chocolate [Bm] treat, before the months
and the [A] whiskey have wasted the [G] taste of [D] your tongue.
[A]
[D] [Am] [D] [G] Play the music [F#m] again, of the grace of a [Bm] woman, that groaning blue [E] suit and hair, bones of
a [G] law, and you watch as she [F#m] fakes it, and of course you just [Bm] take it, she's better than
[A] others, you never pay [G] your money [D] for.
[G] [D] [Am]
[A] [D]
You've used up your [F#m] booty, the girl's done her [G] duty, the turnstile [A] has turned and you
learn you are [D] done, you're back on the [F#m] street joining fresh marching [Bm] feet, you see more
soldiers [A] coming, and you're a girl to [G] them, [D] one.
[G] The [D] [G] medic has [F#m] brought shots for what you have [Bm] cost, your leave is all [E] over, you're back
on the [G] line, and you joke in the [F#m] trenches of the hot-blooded [Bm] wenches, and the things
that you'll [A] do when they next give you [G] the time.
[Em] [G] [D] [A] [D] And you're back in your [F#m] army, back shedding red [G] blood, and [Bm] the dream of [F#m] the girl is you
sleep in [D] the mud, and you know you'd [F#m] swap with her if the deal could [Bm] be made, cause
you'd rather [A] be working at love, [G] love as your trade.
[D] [Am] [G] [D] [Am]
[G] [D] [Am] [G] [D]
[Am] [G] [D]
[Am] [G] [D] [Am]
[G] [D] [Am] [G] [N]
[D]
[D] It's a slow [F#m] motion night in the hot city [G] lights, past time when the [A] good folks are snoring in
[D] bed, on a loose jointed [F#m] cruise to recolor your [Bm] blues with illegal [A] notions alive, [G] alive
in your head.
[D] You [A] [D] are back from some [F#m] war that you've been fighting [G] for, some old blue blood [A] bastard
in a darkened [D] stratsuit, and the words in your [F#m] loins as your mind and your [Bm] groin and
your back pocket [A] burns with blood, [G] blood money [D] loose.
[G]
[D] [G] So you walk past the [F#m] glow of the picture [Bm] shows, where the raincoat men [E] wait for a child to
come [G] by, and the women in [F#m] doorways who have nothing to [Bm] say, cause your money is [A] talking
to the ones that you would [G]
try.
[D] [A] [D] She owns the [F#m] block with the dead pawn shop [G] clock, she's the answer to [A] dreams that you
pay to come [D] true, she's got no heart of [F#m] gold but that's not what she's [Bm] sold, she just sees
herself [A] doing what she, what [G] she has to [D] do.
[G] [D] [A]
[D] And she's all that you're [F#m] hoping, as her coat falls [G] open, give her bread, she [A] leads you
to a bed on the [D] floor, where for ten million [F#m] years and through [C#] ten million [Bm] tears, the armies
of [A] the men have marched back from [C] [G] their war.
[Em] [D]
[G] She's in that state of [F#m] grace before time finds her [Bm] face, with a mind of old [E] wisdom and a
body still [G] young, and she tastes as [F#m] sweet as a child's chocolate [Bm] treat, before the months
and the [A] whiskey have wasted the [G] taste of [D] your tongue.
[A]
[D] [Am] [D] [G] Play the music [F#m] again, of the grace of a [Bm] woman, that groaning blue [E] suit and hair, bones of
a [G] law, and you watch as she [F#m] fakes it, and of course you just [Bm] take it, she's better than
[A] others, you never pay [G] your money [D] for.
[G] [D] [Am]
[A] [D]
You've used up your [F#m] booty, the girl's done her [G] duty, the turnstile [A] has turned and you
learn you are [D] done, you're back on the [F#m] street joining fresh marching [Bm] feet, you see more
soldiers [A] coming, and you're a girl to [G] them, [D] one.
[G] The [D] [G] medic has [F#m] brought shots for what you have [Bm] cost, your leave is all [E] over, you're back
on the [G] line, and you joke in the [F#m] trenches of the hot-blooded [Bm] wenches, and the things
that you'll [A] do when they next give you [G] the time.
[Em] [G] [D] [A] [D] And you're back in your [F#m] army, back shedding red [G] blood, and [Bm] the dream of [F#m] the girl is you
sleep in [D] the mud, and you know you'd [F#m] swap with her if the deal could [Bm] be made, cause
you'd rather [A] be working at love, [G] love as your trade.
[D] [Am] [G] [D] [Am]
[G] [D] [Am] [G] [D]
[Am] [G] [D]
[Am] [G] [D] [Am]
[G] [D] [Am] [G] [N]
Key:
G
D
F#m
A
Bm
G
D
F#m
[D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [B] _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] It's a slow [F#m] motion night in the hot city [G] lights, past time when the [A] good folks are snoring in
[D] bed, on a loose jointed [F#m] cruise to recolor your [Bm] blues with illegal [A] notions alive, _ [G] alive
in your head.
_ [D] You _ [A] _ [D] are back from some [F#m] war that you've been fighting [G] for, some old blue blood [A] bastard
in a darkened [D] stratsuit, and the words in your [F#m] loins as your mind and your [Bm] groin and
your back pocket [A] burns with blood, _ [G] blood money [D] loose.
[G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] So you walk past the [F#m] glow of the picture [Bm] shows, where the raincoat men [E] wait for a child to
come [G] by, and the women in [F#m] doorways who have nothing to [Bm] say, cause your money is [A] talking
to the ones that you would [G]
try.
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ [D] She owns the [F#m] block with the dead pawn shop [G] clock, she's the answer to [A] dreams that you
pay to come [D] true, she's got no heart of [F#m] gold but that's not what she's [Bm] sold, she just sees
herself [A] doing what she, what [G] she has to [D] do.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
[D] And she's all that you're [F#m] hoping, as her coat falls [G] open, give her bread, she [A] leads you
to a bed on the [D] floor, where for ten million [F#m] years and through [C#] ten million [Bm] tears, the armies
of [A] the men have marched back from [C] [G] their war.
[Em] _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] She's in that state of [F#m] grace before time finds her [Bm] face, with a mind of old [E] wisdom and a
body still [G] young, and she tastes as [F#m] sweet as a child's chocolate [Bm] treat, before the months
and the [A] whiskey have wasted the [G] taste of [D] your tongue.
[A] _
[D] _ _ _ [Am] _ [D] [G] Play the music [F#m] again, of the grace of a [Bm] woman, that groaning blue [E] suit and hair, bones of
a [G] law, and you watch as she [F#m] fakes it, and of course you just [Bm] take it, she's better than
[A] others, you never pay [G] your money [D] for.
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ You've used up your [F#m] booty, the girl's done her [G] duty, the turnstile [A] has turned and you
learn you are [D] done, you're back on the [F#m] street joining fresh marching [Bm] feet, you see more
soldiers [A] coming, and you're a girl to [G] them, [D] one.
[G] The _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] medic has [F#m] brought shots for what you have [Bm] cost, your leave is all [E] over, you're back
on the [G] line, and you joke in the [F#m] trenches of the hot-blooded [Bm] wenches, and the things
that you'll [A] do when they next give you [G] the time.
[Em] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ [D] And you're back in your [F#m] army, back shedding red [G] blood, and [Bm] the dream of [F#m] the girl is you
sleep in [D] the mud, and you know you'd [F#m] swap with her if the deal could [Bm] be made, cause
you'd rather [A] be working at love, [G] love as your trade.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ [N] _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] It's a slow [F#m] motion night in the hot city [G] lights, past time when the [A] good folks are snoring in
[D] bed, on a loose jointed [F#m] cruise to recolor your [Bm] blues with illegal [A] notions alive, _ [G] alive
in your head.
_ [D] You _ [A] _ [D] are back from some [F#m] war that you've been fighting [G] for, some old blue blood [A] bastard
in a darkened [D] stratsuit, and the words in your [F#m] loins as your mind and your [Bm] groin and
your back pocket [A] burns with blood, _ [G] blood money [D] loose.
[G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] So you walk past the [F#m] glow of the picture [Bm] shows, where the raincoat men [E] wait for a child to
come [G] by, and the women in [F#m] doorways who have nothing to [Bm] say, cause your money is [A] talking
to the ones that you would [G]
try.
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ [D] She owns the [F#m] block with the dead pawn shop [G] clock, she's the answer to [A] dreams that you
pay to come [D] true, she's got no heart of [F#m] gold but that's not what she's [Bm] sold, she just sees
herself [A] doing what she, what [G] she has to [D] do.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _
[D] And she's all that you're [F#m] hoping, as her coat falls [G] open, give her bread, she [A] leads you
to a bed on the [D] floor, where for ten million [F#m] years and through [C#] ten million [Bm] tears, the armies
of [A] the men have marched back from [C] [G] their war.
[Em] _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] She's in that state of [F#m] grace before time finds her [Bm] face, with a mind of old [E] wisdom and a
body still [G] young, and she tastes as [F#m] sweet as a child's chocolate [Bm] treat, before the months
and the [A] whiskey have wasted the [G] taste of [D] your tongue.
[A] _
[D] _ _ _ [Am] _ [D] [G] Play the music [F#m] again, of the grace of a [Bm] woman, that groaning blue [E] suit and hair, bones of
a [G] law, and you watch as she [F#m] fakes it, and of course you just [Bm] take it, she's better than
[A] others, you never pay [G] your money [D] for.
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ You've used up your [F#m] booty, the girl's done her [G] duty, the turnstile [A] has turned and you
learn you are [D] done, you're back on the [F#m] street joining fresh marching [Bm] feet, you see more
soldiers [A] coming, and you're a girl to [G] them, [D] one.
[G] The _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] medic has [F#m] brought shots for what you have [Bm] cost, your leave is all [E] over, you're back
on the [G] line, and you joke in the [F#m] trenches of the hot-blooded [Bm] wenches, and the things
that you'll [A] do when they next give you [G] the time.
[Em] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ [A] _ [D] And you're back in your [F#m] army, back shedding red [G] blood, and [Bm] the dream of [F#m] the girl is you
sleep in [D] the mud, and you know you'd [F#m] swap with her if the deal could [Bm] be made, cause
you'd rather [A] be working at love, [G] love as your trade.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
[G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ [G] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ [N] _
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