Chords for Otis Gibbs -Ghosts Of Our Fathers (Official Video)

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[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [C] He [Am] was almost blind, [F] they say it [C] happens when you've been punched too many times.
His [Am] hands were stone, [F] he was a bare [C] knuckle champion in an earlier life.
It was hard [Am] not to stare [F] at his [C] busted up nose and cauliflower ears.
But he'd [Am] smile at me [F] and say the [C] toughest fighters have their [G] [G] souvenirs.
[F] How to carry on [C] when the hardest punches thrown.
[F] Take away the burden [C] from our shoulders. _
[Am] He lived next door.
[F] He'd sometimes [C] get with my father and talk about life.
He'd [Am] sit on the porch [F] drinking [C] beer and remembering happier times.
[Am] I was a child, [F] I was [C] far too young to ever understand
what it [Am] meant to have a son [F] who'd been drafted and [C] killed in [G] Vietnam.
[F] How to carry on [C] when the hardest punches thrown.
[F] Take away the burden [C] from our shoulders. _ _
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[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ My father and I [F] tried to [C] keep him company so his mind could rest.
On [Am] Saturday nights, [F] huddled [C] around a black and white TV set.
We [Am] all stood and cheered [F] when Holly [C] knocked out Foreman that night in Zaire.
And [Am] later that night, [F] my father [C] held his hand as he broke [G] down and cried.
[F] How to carry on [C] when the hardest punches thrown.
[F] Take away the burden [C] from our shoulders. _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Am] _
[F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _
[Am] There stands a wall [F] [C] in a clearing across from the National Mall.
[Am] Crowded with names [F] of [C] the thousands of children that never came home.
I [Am] stood in the rain [F] watching dozens of [C] mourners stumbling by.
When [Am] I saw his [F] name, I felt [C] the ghost of our fathers [G] kneeling at my side.
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