He Died At Home chords
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[INTRO]
[D] [Dsus4] [D] [Dsus4]
[VERSE 1]
[D]William always [A]wanted to be a [Bm]soldier
[G]"Army men were his [F#sus4]favorite [F#]toys” tells his [Bm]mother
He was [D]going to be the [F#m]hero of the [Bm]story
[Em]Live with honor or [F#sus4]die in a [F#]blaze of [Bm]glory
[CHORUS 1]
So he [G]joined when he was [D/F#]seventeen
[Em]Kissed his mom good[D/F#]bye
She [G]wept as she packed his [D/F#]duffel bag
With [Em]notes of [Bm]love and [A]pride
[G]She’d never guess six [D/F#]years from then
[Em]Tortured and a[D/F#]lone
[G]William wouldn’t [Em]die in [Bm]fields un[Asus4]known
[A]He died at home
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[D] [Dsus4] [D] [Dsus4]
[VERSE 2]
He [D]loved the army, it’s [A]all he ever [Bm]wanted
To [G]serve his country and look [F#sus4]death in the [F#]face un[Bm]daunted [A/C#]
But [D]after a couple of [F#m]tours, the fire [Bm]in him died
You [Em]can’t watch friends be [F#sus4]killed and [F#]stay the [Bm]same inside
[CHORUS 2]
He [G]told his mom "you’d [D]hate me
If you [Em]knew the things I’ve [D]done”
"[G]I will never [D]hate you
You are [Em]my be[Bm]loved [Asus4]son” [A]
He said, "[G]no mom, the [D]son you loved
Died [Em]somewhere over [D]there”
But [G]William didn’t [Em]die in the [Bm]combat [Asus4]zone
[A]He died at home
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[D] [Em] [D/F#] [G] [D] [G] [A/C#]
[VERSE 3]
He [D]came back ill at [A]ease with ci[Bm]vilians
His [G]mother woke to [F#sus4]screamin[F#]g – it was [Bm]William’s
The [D]army shrugged and [F#m]gave him more pre[Bm]scriptions
As [Em]William’s mind grew [F#sus4]more and [F#]more [Bm]distant
[CHORUS 3]
Be[G]fore he died he [D]told his mom
"Don’t [Em]bury me in my [D]uniform
No [G]military [D]funeral
[Em]That’s for some who [D]gave their all”
One [A]night he shot the [E/G#]soldier dead
To [F#m]kill the voices [E/G#]in his head
They [A]gathered at the [E/G#]weekly wake
They [F#m]have at every [E/G#]army base
‘Cause [B]more will die by [F#/A#]their own hand
Than [G#m]fall in any [F#/A#]foreign land
They [B]covered William [F#/A#]in the flag
But [G#m]there was not a [F#/A#]boast or brag
When [B]asked how soldier [F#/A#]William died
[G#m]No one [C#]mentions [D#m]suicide
The [B]cause of death is [F#/A#]hard to say out [C#sus4]loud [C#]
The [B]soldier who once [F#/A#]stood so strong and [C#sus4]proud [C#]
His [B]mother looks a[G#m]way and simply [C#sus4]moans
[C#]He died at home
[OUTRO]
[F#] [F#sus4] [F#] [F#sus4] [F#]
[INTRO]
[D] [Dsus4] [D] [Dsus4]
[VERSE 1]
[D]William always [A]wanted to be a [Bm]soldier
[G]"Army men were his [F#sus4]favorite [F#]toys” tells his [Bm]mother
He was [D]going to be the [F#m]hero of the [Bm]story
[Em]Live with honor or [F#sus4]die in a [F#]blaze of [Bm]glory
[CHORUS 1]
So he [G]joined when he was [D/F#]seventeen
[Em]Kissed his mom good[D/F#]bye
She [G]wept as she packed his [D/F#]duffel bag
With [Em]notes of [Bm]love and [A]pride
[G]She’d never guess six [D/F#]years from then
[Em]Tortured and a[D/F#]lone
[G]William wouldn’t [Em]die in [Bm]fields un[Asus4]known
[A]He died at home
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[D] [Dsus4] [D] [Dsus4]
[VERSE 2]
He [D]loved the army, it’s [A]all he ever [Bm]wanted
To [G]serve his country and look [F#sus4]death in the [F#]face un[Bm]daunted [A/C#]
But [D]after a couple of [F#m]tours, the fire [Bm]in him died
You [Em]can’t watch friends be [F#sus4]killed and [F#]stay the [Bm]same inside
[CHORUS 2]
He [G]told his mom "you’d [D]hate me
If you [Em]knew the things I’ve [D]done”
"[G]I will never [D]hate you
You are [Em]my be[Bm]loved [Asus4]son” [A]
He said, "[G]no mom, the [D]son you loved
Died [Em]somewhere over [D]there”
But [G]William didn’t [Em]die in the [Bm]combat [Asus4]zone
[A]He died at home
[INSTRUMENTAL]
[D] [Em] [D/F#] [G] [D] [G] [A/C#]
[VERSE 3]
He [D]came back ill at [A]ease with ci[Bm]vilians
His [G]mother woke to [F#sus4]screamin[F#]g – it was [Bm]William’s
The [D]army shrugged and [F#m]gave him more pre[Bm]scriptions
As [Em]William’s mind grew [F#sus4]more and [F#]more [Bm]distant
[CHORUS 3]
Be[G]fore he died he [D]told his mom
"Don’t [Em]bury me in my [D]uniform
No [G]military [D]funeral
[Em]That’s for some who [D]gave their all”
One [A]night he shot the [E/G#]soldier dead
To [F#m]kill the voices [E/G#]in his head
They [A]gathered at the [E/G#]weekly wake
They [F#m]have at every [E/G#]army base
‘Cause [B]more will die by [F#/A#]their own hand
Than [G#m]fall in any [F#/A#]foreign land
They [B]covered William [F#/A#]in the flag
But [G#m]there was not a [F#/A#]boast or brag
When [B]asked how soldier [F#/A#]William died
[G#m]No one [C#]mentions [D#m]suicide
The [B]cause of death is [F#/A#]hard to say out [C#sus4]loud [C#]
The [B]soldier who once [F#/A#]stood so strong and [C#sus4]proud [C#]
His [B]mother looks a[G#m]way and simply [C#sus4]moans
[C#]He died at home
[OUTRO]
[F#] [F#sus4] [F#] [F#sus4] [F#]
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