intro
He said
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| E | G#m | ||
| “ | Son, | have you seen the | world? |
| A | E | ||
| Well, what would you | say, | if I said that you | could? |
| A | E | ||
| Just carry this | gun, | you’ll even get | paid.” |
| B | |
| I said “That sounds pretty | good.” |
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| E | G#m | ||
| Black leather | boots, | spit-shined, so | bright. |
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| They cut off my | hair, | but it looks al | right. |
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| We marched and we | sang. | We all became | friends, |
| B | |
| as we learned how to | fight. |
chorus
| C#m | A | ||
| A hero of | war! | Yeah, that’s what I’ll | be. |
| E | ||
| And when I come | home, | they’ll be damn |
| B | |
| proud of | me. |
| C#m | A | ||
| I’ll carry this | flag; | to the grave, if I | must, |
| E | B | ||
| ’cause it’s a flag that I | love | and it’s flag that I | trust. |
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| E | G#m | ||
| I kicked in the | door, | I yelled my com | mands. |
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| The children, they | cried, | but I got my | man. |
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| We took him a | way, | a bag over his | face, |
| B | |
| from his family and his | friends. |
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| E | G#m | ||
| They took off his | clot | hes, they pissed in his | hands. |
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| I told them to | stop, | but then I joined | in. |
| A | E | ||
| We beat him with | guns | and batons, not just | once, |
| B | |
| but again and a | gain. |
chorus
| C#m | A | ||
| A hero of | war! | Yeah, that’s what I’ll | be. |
| E | ||
| And when I come | home, | they’ll be damn |
| B | |
| proud of | me. |
| C#m | A | ||
| I’ll carry this | flag; | to the grave, if I | must, |
| E | B | ||
| ’cause it’s a flag that I | love | and I flag that I | trust. |
link
She
5.
| E | G#m | ||
| //RAW LATEX PART// | wal | ked through bullets and | haze. |
| A | E | ||
| I asked her to | stop; | I begged her to | stay. |
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| But she pressed | on, | so I lifted my | gun |
| B | |
| and I fired a | way |
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| And the | shells | jumped through the | smoke |
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| and into the | sand, | that the blood now had | soak | ed. |
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| She col | lap | sed, with a flag in her | hand. |
| B | |
| A flag white as | snow. |
chorus
| C#m | A | ||
| A hero of | war! | Is that what they | see? |
| E | B | ||
| Just medals and | scars? | So damn proud of | me. |
| C#m | A | ||
| And I brought home that | flag. | Now it gathers | dust, |
| E | B | ||
| but it’s a flag that I | love. | It’s the only flag I | trust. |
outro
| E | G#m | ||
| He said “ | Son, | have you seen the | world? |
| A | E | ||
| Well, what would you | say | if I said that you | could?” |