Chords for Jacob Lee Feat. Armaan Yadav - Amar Jawan Tribute (Philosophical Sessions)

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_ _ [C#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] _ [D] _ _ _ _
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He said, don't you [A] _ [C#m] _ worry I'm coming back home [D] in the morning _
Coming back home [Bm] in tight Coming back home with a badge [F#m] I said, Dad _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] Don't worry I'll come with you
[D] Just let me hold on to your hand I'll guide [Bm] you back
I'll guide you [C#] back
_ [A] _ [F#m] I grew up a starry-eyed [C#m] kid who had his [D] gleaming eyes pinned on his father's shoulders
[Bm] Same place [F#m] where he pins his golden stars, just like my grandfather's
[C#m] I [D] never searched for [F#] role models outside, [Bm] for my home [F#m] was a constellation _
And even though sometimes [C#m] it gets a bit [D] gory, [F#] every dot I connect tells [Bm] a story
[F#m] In fact, every time I draw my family tree, I do [C#m] so [D] in olive green
It [F#] is the colour of camouflage, [Bm] which is to say [F#m] that the names, they disappear far too [C#m] often
In a [D] jungle full of people that they are not remembered
[Bm] But that's [F#m] okay, my only _ consolation for this treasured [C#m] constellation [D] is the fact that they're alive
The others, they made [Bm] the supreme [F#m] sacrifice, family names
Being reduced to [C#m] bloodstains and [G#] bullet [F#] holes, never to return again as a whole
[Bm] Children with [F#m] scarred souls, constantly changing places, taking their [C#m] toll
Constantly dismissing [F#] declared dead, denying death to settle [Bm] for something [F#m] less, like missing in action
A huge [G#] fraction [F#] of my friends haven't had the liberty of [Bm] remembering fathers as [F#m] protagonists
Returning home, just yellowing [C#m] letters from the [D] days that were better
[F#] I still remember how in [Bm] the third grade, [F#m] I told my mother that I probably don't love dad as much anymore
[C#m] [D] For three years, he was hardly home and we were [Bm] alone, staying [F#m] in the separated family quarters
Learning to be patient, [C#m] getting sick [D] of all the waiting and staring at the calendar
Waiting [F#m] for the phone to ring and my mother, she would sing
_ She _ said, don't you [A] _ _ worry, he's coming back [Em] home in [D] the morning _
Coming back [Bm] home at last, he'll bring us our second chance
[F#m] I said, mom, don't _ stress, I'll [C#m] do my _ best
[D] Keep him right there in your arms, away [Bm] from harm, far from the [A] dark
_ _ [F#m] _ _ Mom and I have been [C#m] waiting, I have learned to [D] be patient
I don't know where [Bm] you're stationed, but I've been learning to be [F#m] like you
_ _ Fortified in [C#m] our basement, I could be your [D]
replacement
Just come home, we'll [Bm] swap places, at least try it [F#m] soon
I have friends now, who have grown into [C#m] their father's boots
[D] Training to jump off planes with parachutes
Vowing to [F#m] uphold the ethos of naam, namak, nishan
Never [C#m] bowing to, [D] but laughing at, the idea of death
Rolling on to the [F#m] burning tarmac, with bare backs in the scorching [A] sun
Skin [D] peeling off their blistering backs
All in an [Bm] attempt to build a better [F#m] spine
A spine that wouldn't bend, even to the peril [C#m] of their [D] lives
I know of widows who refuse to embrace [Bm] the white
[F#m] Trading it for the uniform with a spirit that refuses [A] to [D] conform to helplessness
This one is for the [Bm] restless mess we [F#m] were as kids
This one is for every soldier killed, [C#m] [D] everyone who came back
Standing or wrapped in [Bm] a flag
[F#m] This one is for those tigers in that hill
And kids who refuse to [D] hate still
This one is for the sarva [Bm] dharmasthal
Where Muslims [F#m] eat at langars and Sikhs who celebrate Eid
This [D] one is for the North Indian officer commanding
South Indian men [F#m] with an admirable command over languages like Telugu, [C#m] Malayalam [D] and Tamil
This one is for the shaheeds and [Bm] cadets in [F#m] academies
For everyone going through hell
For [A] everyone who picked a [D] brother up when they fell
This one is for [Bm] the ones who branded [F#m] their soul with seva parmo dharm
Duty, [A] the highest [C#m] religion [D] and the noblest goal
This one is for those who [Bm] shed words [F#m] like caste and creed
To adopt duty, honour, [A] courage [D] instead in their vocabulary
For everyone who understood [Bm] that when a soldier [F#m] bleeds
He bleeds not different shades of red but the [A] uniform all a [D] green
And it's the colour of camouflage so [Bm] you know exactly what I [F#m] mean
It means that the names they _ [C#m] disappear sooner [D] or later in a jungle full of people
[Bm] So [F#m] when you go to sleep tonight, light up a candle, [A] keep it by your bedside
[D] Listen to your heartbeat [Bm] blasting like [F#m] cannons in the memory
Of the ones who give [C#m] up their today [D] for your tomorrow _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ Mom and I [A] have been waiting
I have learned [D] to be patient
I don't know where [Bm] you're stationed
But I've been learning to be [D] like you _ _
Fortified _ [A] in our basement
I could [D] be your replacement
Just come home, [B] we'll swap places
At least try to _ _ _ _ _
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