White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land Chords & Lyrics - Phil Ochs

[C]The pilots playing [Am]poker in the [F]cockpit of the [C]plane,
[Am]the casualties [F]arriving like the [Dm]dropping of the rain.
[C]And a mountain of [Am]machinery will [F]fall before a [G]man,
[C]when you're white[F] boots marching in a[G] yellow [C]land

[C]It's written in the [Am]ashes of the[F] village towns we [C]burn,
[Am]it's written in the [F]empty beds of [Dm]fathers unreturned.
[C]And the chocolate in the [Am]children’s eye[F]s will neve[G]r understand,
[C]when you're [F]white boots [G]marching in a [C]yellow land.

[Am]Red blow the bugles of the dawn,
[G]the morning has arrived, you must be gone.
[F]And the lost patrol chase their char[G]tered souls,
[C] [Bb] - [C]
like old whores following tired armies.

[C]Train them well, [Am]the men who will be [F]fighting by your [C]side,
[Am]and never turn yo[F]ur back, if the battl[Dm]e turns the tide,
[C]for the colours of a [Am]civil war are [F]louder than [G]commands,
[C]when you're white[F] boots marching in a[G] yellow [C]land.

[C]Blow them from the [Am]forest and [F]burn them from your [C]sight,
[Am]tie their hands behind their backs,[F] and question through the ni[Dm]ght.

[C]But when the [Am]firing squad is ready, they'll be s[F]pitting where they s[G]tand,
[C]at the [F]white boots [G]marching in a y[C]ellow land.

[Am]Red blow the bugles of the dawn,
[G]the morning has arrived, you must be gone.
[F]And the lost patrol chase their char[G]tered souls,
[C] [Bb] - [C]
like old whores following tired armies.

[C]The comic and the [Am]beauty queen are [F]dancing on the [C]stage,
[Am]raw recruits are lining up like c[F]offins in a cag[Dm]e.
[C]Oh, we're [Am]fighting in a war we lost [F]before the war [G]began,
[C]we're the white [F]boots marching in a [G]yellow l[C]and.

[Am]Red blow the bugles of the dawn,
[G]the morning has arrived you must be gone.
[F]And the lost patrol chase their char[G]tered souls,
[C] [Bb] - [C]
like old whores following tired armies.