Chords for The Patriot's Dream

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_ _ The songs of the [D] wars are as old as the hills, [A] they cling like the rust on [B] the cold [E] steel that kills.
[A] They tell of the boys who went down [D] to the tracks, [E] in a patriotic manner [D] with the cold steel on their [A] backs.
_ A patriot's dream [D] is as old as the sky, [A] it lives in the [B] lust of a cold, [E] careless lie.
[A] Let's drink to the men who got caught [D] by the chill [E] of the patriotic fever and [D] the cold steel [A] that kills. _ _
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The terrain pulled away [D] on that glorious night, [A] the drummer got drunk [B] and the bugler [E] got tight.
[A] While the boys in the back sang a song of [D] good cheer, [E] while riding off to glory in [D] the spring of [A] their years.
_ A patriot's dream [D] still lives on today, [A] it makes mothers [B] weep and it makes lovers [E]
pray.
[A] Let's drink to the men who got caught by [D] the chill [E] of the patriotic fever and [D] the cold [A] steel that kills.
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_ _ _ There was a sad, sad lady, _ weeping all night long.
[A] She received a sad, [F#m] sad message from a [G#] voice in the [F#m] telephone.
_ [A] Her children [F#m] were all sleeping [A] as she waited [G#m] out [F#m] the dawn.
How could [G#m] she tell those [F#m] children that their father [G#m] was [F#m] shot down?
_ _ _ [A] Well, she took them [F#m] to her side that [A] day and she told [E] them one [F#m] by one,
[A] Your [G#m] father was a [F#m] good man, ten thousand [A] miles from _ _ _ _ [C#] home. _ _
_ [Bm] He tried to do his [E] duty and [A] took him straight [D] to hell.
[Bm] He might be in [E] some prison, [A] I hope he is treated [D] well.
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_ _ _ _ _ [A] There was a young [F#m] girl watching in the [G#m] early [F#m] afternoon.
And [A] she heard the [F#m] name of someone [A] who said he'd be [F#m] home soon.
[A] And she wondered [F#m] how they got him, [A] but the [E] papers did [F#m] not tell.
It would be [E] no sweet [F#m] reunion, [F#m] there would be no wedding [F#] bells.
_ _ [A] So she [G#m] took herself [F#m] into her room and she turned [G#m] the bedsheets [F#m] down.
And she cried into [F#m] the silken folds of her new [A] wedding _ _ gown.
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_ _ _ [Bm] He tried to do [E] his duty and [A] took him straight [D] to hell.
[Bm] He might be in some [E] prison, _ I hope he is [D] treated well.
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_ _ _ _ _ [A] Well, there was an old [F#m] man sitting [A] in his [G#] mansion [F#m] on the hill.
And [A] he thought of his good fortune, [A] the time he'd [F#] yet [F#m] to kill.
[A] Well, he called to his wife, one [A] day come sit [E] with me a [F#m] while. _
Turning toward the sunset, he smiled a [F#m] wicked smile.
_ _ But I'd [G#m] like to say I'm [F#m] sorry for the sinful [G#m] deeds [F#m] I've done.
But [G#m] let me first [F#m] remind you, I'm a [A] patriotic son.
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_ _ _ [Bm] He tried to do [E] his duty [A] and took him straight [D] to hell. _
[Bm] He might be in [E] some prison, I [A] hope he is treated well.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] The songs of the wars [D] are as old as the hills.
[A] They cling like the rust [B] on the cold steel [E] that kills.
They [A] tell of the boys who went down to the [D] tracks.
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on [A] their backs. _
After rain pulled away [D] on that glorious night.
The [A] drummer got drunk [B] and the bugler got [E] tight.
[A] Well, the boys in the back sang a song of [D] the cheer.
[E] While riding off to glory in [D] the spring of [A] their years. _
The patriot's dream [D] still lives on today.
[A] It makes mothers weep [B] and it makes lovers [E] pray.
[A] Let's drink to the men who got caught by [D] the chill.
[E] Of the patriotic fever and [D] the cold steel [A] that kills. _ _ _ _
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