Chords for Slim Dusty - Kokoda
Tempo:
89.5 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
With no shouldered [G] arms or bane [A] affixed, they march on [D] Anzac Day.
[G] The measured [D] tramp of steel-shod heels, a memory away.
[A]
[D] Veterans [G] of a jungle [A] war who went to hell and [D] back,
[A] Those ragged bloody heroes [G] of that grim [D] Dakota track.
So dig your [G] reversed rifles in the [A] mire of [D] memory,
The [A] swirling mist of time have [D] healed the scars.
You climbed that [G] golden stairway [A] to keep our [D] country free,
[G] Where the jungle hid [A] your nightmare from [D] the stars.
[A]
When sullen days brought no relief from [D] blood and muck and mire,
And [G] death was ever [D] striding [A] at your back,
[D] You trod that hallowed path to be baptized in [G] hellfire.
[D] The ragged bloody heroes of [A] that grim Dakota [D] track.
Oh, [A] the devil took the hindmost and [D] the snipers took the fore,
[G] With no quarter are still [D] given in that muddy [A] bloody war.
With [D] flanking angels there to guide them, salvos by [G] their side,
Those ragged bloody [D] heroes [A] simply marched and [D] fought and died.
[G]
[D] [A] [D]
Astride a [G] broken mountaintop [A] you stood [D] defiantly,
[A] As the devil took your comrades [D] one by one.
He taunted [G] you and beckoned [A] you, face [D] eternity.
[G] You saluted [A] with a burning [D] Thompson gun,
[A] His hand was on your shoulder [D] like a burning group of steel,
But [G] you turned him and [D] you fought off his [A] attack.
You [D] broke the devil's squadrons and brought him [G] to your heel.
[D] The ragged bloody heroes of [A] that grim Dakota [D] track.
Oh, [A] the devil took the hindmost and the [D] snipers took the fore,
[G] With no quarter [D] are still given in that muddy [A] bloody war.
[D] While politicians pondered and great generals swelled with [G] pride,
Those ragged [D] bloody heroes [A] simply marched and [D] fought and died.
With no shouldered arms or bayonet fixed [A] they marched [D] on Anzac Day.
With [G] the memory [D] of white crosses, mounds of fresh [A]-turned clay,
[D] Green fields [G] and a bugle call [A] and a solemn [D] requiem,
And [G] at the going down of the [D] sun and in [A] the morning we will remember them.
[D]
[A] Those ragged bloody heroes of [G] that grim Dakota [D] track.
[A] Those ragged bloody heroes [G] of that grim [D] Dakota track.
[G] [D]
With no shouldered [G] arms or bane [A] affixed, they march on [D] Anzac Day.
[G] The measured [D] tramp of steel-shod heels, a memory away.
[A]
[D] Veterans [G] of a jungle [A] war who went to hell and [D] back,
[A] Those ragged bloody heroes [G] of that grim [D] Dakota track.
So dig your [G] reversed rifles in the [A] mire of [D] memory,
The [A] swirling mist of time have [D] healed the scars.
You climbed that [G] golden stairway [A] to keep our [D] country free,
[G] Where the jungle hid [A] your nightmare from [D] the stars.
[A]
When sullen days brought no relief from [D] blood and muck and mire,
And [G] death was ever [D] striding [A] at your back,
[D] You trod that hallowed path to be baptized in [G] hellfire.
[D] The ragged bloody heroes of [A] that grim Dakota [D] track.
Oh, [A] the devil took the hindmost and [D] the snipers took the fore,
[G] With no quarter are still [D] given in that muddy [A] bloody war.
With [D] flanking angels there to guide them, salvos by [G] their side,
Those ragged bloody [D] heroes [A] simply marched and [D] fought and died.
[G]
[D] [A] [D]
Astride a [G] broken mountaintop [A] you stood [D] defiantly,
[A] As the devil took your comrades [D] one by one.
He taunted [G] you and beckoned [A] you, face [D] eternity.
[G] You saluted [A] with a burning [D] Thompson gun,
[A] His hand was on your shoulder [D] like a burning group of steel,
But [G] you turned him and [D] you fought off his [A] attack.
You [D] broke the devil's squadrons and brought him [G] to your heel.
[D] The ragged bloody heroes of [A] that grim Dakota [D] track.
Oh, [A] the devil took the hindmost and the [D] snipers took the fore,
[G] With no quarter [D] are still given in that muddy [A] bloody war.
[D] While politicians pondered and great generals swelled with [G] pride,
Those ragged [D] bloody heroes [A] simply marched and [D] fought and died.
With no shouldered arms or bayonet fixed [A] they marched [D] on Anzac Day.
With [G] the memory [D] of white crosses, mounds of fresh [A]-turned clay,
[D] Green fields [G] and a bugle call [A] and a solemn [D] requiem,
And [G] at the going down of the [D] sun and in [A] the morning we will remember them.
[D]
[A] Those ragged bloody heroes of [G] that grim Dakota [D] track.
[A] Those ragged bloody heroes [G] of that grim [D] Dakota track.
[G] [D]
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ With no shouldered [G] arms or bane [A] affixed, they march on [D] Anzac Day.
_ _ [G] The measured [D] tramp of steel-shod heels, a memory away.
[A] _ _
[D] Veterans [G] of a jungle [A] war who went to hell and [D] back,
_ [A] Those ragged bloody heroes [G] of that grim [D] Dakota track.
_ So dig your [G] reversed rifles in the [A] mire of [D] memory,
_ _ The [A] swirling mist of time have [D] healed the scars.
_ You climbed that [G] golden stairway [A] to keep our [D] country free, _ _
[G] Where the jungle hid [A] your nightmare from [D] the stars.
_ [A]
When sullen days brought no relief from [D] blood and muck and mire,
And [G] death was ever [D] striding [A] at your back,
_ [D] You trod that hallowed path to be baptized in [G] hellfire. _
[D] The ragged bloody heroes of [A] that grim Dakota [D] track.
_ Oh, [A] the devil took the hindmost and [D] the snipers took the fore,
[G] With no quarter are still [D] given in that muddy [A] bloody war.
With [D] flanking angels there to guide them, salvos by [G] their side,
_ Those ragged bloody [D] heroes [A] simply marched and [D] fought and died.
[G] _ _ _
[D] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Astride a [G] broken mountaintop [A] you stood [D] defiantly,
_ _ [A] As the devil took your comrades [D] one by one.
_ _ He taunted [G] you and beckoned [A] you, face [D] eternity.
_ _ [G] You saluted [A] with a burning [D] Thompson gun,
_ [A] His hand was on your shoulder [D] like a burning group of steel,
But [G] you turned him and [D] you fought off his [A] attack.
_ You [D] broke the devil's squadrons and brought him [G] to your heel.
_ [D] The ragged bloody heroes of [A] that grim Dakota [D] track. _
Oh, [A] the devil took the hindmost and the [D] snipers took the fore,
[G] With no quarter [D] are still given in that muddy [A] bloody war. _
_ [D] While politicians pondered and great generals swelled with [G] pride,
_ Those ragged [D] bloody heroes [A] simply marched and [D] fought and died. _ _ _ _
With no shouldered arms or bayonet fixed [A] they marched [D] on Anzac Day.
_ With [G] the memory [D] of white crosses, mounds of fresh [A]-turned clay,
[D] Green fields [G] and a bugle call [A] and a solemn [D] requiem,
_ And [G] at the going down of the [D] sun and in [A] the morning we will remember them.
[D] _
_ _ [A] Those ragged bloody heroes of [G] that grim Dakota [D] track.
_ _ [A] Those ragged bloody heroes [G] of that grim [D] Dakota track. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ With no shouldered [G] arms or bane [A] affixed, they march on [D] Anzac Day.
_ _ [G] The measured [D] tramp of steel-shod heels, a memory away.
[A] _ _
[D] Veterans [G] of a jungle [A] war who went to hell and [D] back,
_ [A] Those ragged bloody heroes [G] of that grim [D] Dakota track.
_ So dig your [G] reversed rifles in the [A] mire of [D] memory,
_ _ The [A] swirling mist of time have [D] healed the scars.
_ You climbed that [G] golden stairway [A] to keep our [D] country free, _ _
[G] Where the jungle hid [A] your nightmare from [D] the stars.
_ [A]
When sullen days brought no relief from [D] blood and muck and mire,
And [G] death was ever [D] striding [A] at your back,
_ [D] You trod that hallowed path to be baptized in [G] hellfire. _
[D] The ragged bloody heroes of [A] that grim Dakota [D] track.
_ Oh, [A] the devil took the hindmost and [D] the snipers took the fore,
[G] With no quarter are still [D] given in that muddy [A] bloody war.
With [D] flanking angels there to guide them, salvos by [G] their side,
_ Those ragged bloody [D] heroes [A] simply marched and [D] fought and died.
[G] _ _ _
[D] _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Astride a [G] broken mountaintop [A] you stood [D] defiantly,
_ _ [A] As the devil took your comrades [D] one by one.
_ _ He taunted [G] you and beckoned [A] you, face [D] eternity.
_ _ [G] You saluted [A] with a burning [D] Thompson gun,
_ [A] His hand was on your shoulder [D] like a burning group of steel,
But [G] you turned him and [D] you fought off his [A] attack.
_ You [D] broke the devil's squadrons and brought him [G] to your heel.
_ [D] The ragged bloody heroes of [A] that grim Dakota [D] track. _
Oh, [A] the devil took the hindmost and the [D] snipers took the fore,
[G] With no quarter [D] are still given in that muddy [A] bloody war. _
_ [D] While politicians pondered and great generals swelled with [G] pride,
_ Those ragged [D] bloody heroes [A] simply marched and [D] fought and died. _ _ _ _
With no shouldered arms or bayonet fixed [A] they marched [D] on Anzac Day.
_ With [G] the memory [D] of white crosses, mounds of fresh [A]-turned clay,
[D] Green fields [G] and a bugle call [A] and a solemn [D] requiem,
_ And [G] at the going down of the [D] sun and in [A] the morning we will remember them.
[D] _
_ _ [A] Those ragged bloody heroes of [G] that grim Dakota [D] track.
_ _ [A] Those ragged bloody heroes [G] of that grim [D] Dakota track. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _