The Patriots Dream chords

CAPO 2nd Fret

[VERSE 1]
The [G]songs of the wars are as [C]old as the hills
They [G]cling like the rust on the [A]cold steel that [D]kills
They [G]tell of the boys who went down to the [C]tracks
In a [D]patriotic manner with the [C]cold steel on their [G]backs

[VERSE 2]
The [G]patriot's dream is as [C]old as the sky
It l[G]ives in the lust of a [A]cold callous [D]lie
Let's [G]drink to the men who got caught by the [C]chill
Of the [D]patriotic fever and the [C]cold steel that [G]kills

Instrumental (Same as Verse)

[VERSE 3]
The [G]train pulled away on that [C]glorious night
The d[G]rummer got drunk and the [A]bugler got [D]tight
While the [G]boys in the back sang a song of good [C]cheer
While [D]riding off to glory in the [C]spring of their [G]years

[VERSE 4]
The [G]patriot's dream still [C]lives on today
It [G]makes mothers weep and it [A]makes lovers [D]pray
Let's [G]drink to the men who got caught by the [C]chill
Of the [D]patriotic fever and the [C]cold steel that [G]kills

*#(On 6th string strum/pluck notes G - F# - E while slowing tempo)#*
*#(In other words, walk down bass slowing pace)#*

[VERSE 5]
[Em]Well there [G]was a [D]sad, sad [Em]lady, [G]weeping [D]all night [Em]long
She re[G]ceived a [D]sad, sad [Em]message, from a [G]voice on the [D]tele[Em]phone
Her [G]children [D]were all [Em]sleeping, as she [G]waited [D]out the [Em]dawn
How [G]could she [D]tell those [Em]children, that their [G]father [D]was shot [G]down
She [G]took them [D]to her [Em]side that day, and she [G]told them [D]one by [Em]one
Your f[G]ather [D]was a [Em]good man ten-[G]thousand [D]miles from [G]home__[B7]__
He [Am]tried to do his [D]duty and it [G]took him straight to [Cmaj7]hell
He [Am]might be in some [D]prison, I [G]hope he's treated [Cmaj7]well [Am]

[VERSE 6]
[Em]Well there [G]was a [D]young girl [Em]watching in the [G]early [D]after[Em]noon
When she [G]heard the [D]name of [Em]someone who [G]said he'd [D]be home [Em]soon
And she [G]wondered [D]how they [Em]got him, but the [G]papers [D]did not [Em]tell
There would [G]be no [D]sweet reu[Em]nion, there would [G]be no [D]wedding [G]bells
So she [G]took herse[D]lf in[Em]to her room and she [G]turned the [D]bed sheets [Em]down
And she [G]cried in[D]to the [Em]silken folds of [G]her new [D]wedding [G]gown__[B7]__
He [Am]tried to do his [D]duty and it [G]took him straight to [Cmaj7]hell
He [Am]might be in some [D]prison, I [G]hope he's treated [Cmaj7]well [Am]

[VERSE 7]
[Em]Well there [G]was an [D]old man [Em]sitting in his [G]mansion [D]on the [Em]hill
And he [G]thought of [D]his good [Em]fortune and the [G]time he'd [D]yet to [Em]kill
Well he [G]called [D]to his [Em]wife one day, "[G]Come sit [D]with [Em]me awhile"
Then [G]turning to[D]ward the [Em]sunset, he [G]smiled a [D]wicked [G]smile
"Well[G] I'd like[D] to say[Em] I'm sorry for[G] the si[D]nful deeds [Em]I've done
But [G]let me f[D]irst re[Em]mind you, I'm a [G]patri[D]otic [G]son__[B7]__"
They [Am]tried to do their d[D]uty and it [G]took 'em straight to [Cmaj7]hell
They [Am]might be in some [D]prison, I [G]hope they're treated [Cmaj7]well [Am]

*#(Increase tempo to original)#*

[VERSE 8]
The [G]songs of the wars are as [C]old as the hills
They [G]cling like the rust on the [A]cold steel that [D]kills
They [G]tell of the boys who went down to the [C]tracks
In a [D]patriotic manner with the [C]cold steel on their [G]backs

[VERSE 9]
The [G]train pulled away on that [C]glorious night
The d[G]rummer got drunk and the [A]bugler got [D]tight
While the [G]boys in the back sang a song of good [C]cheer
While [D]riding off to glory in the [C]spring of their [G]years

[VERSE 10]
The [G]patriot's dream still [C]lives on today
It [G]makes mothers weep and it [A]makes lovers [D]pray
Let's [G]drink to the men who got caught by the [C]chill
Of the [D]patriotic fever and the [C]cold steel that [G]kills