| G | D | Db | G | E | G | |
| They | 're sending the | old | man h | om | e, |
| G | D | Db | D | A | D | |
| Back | where the bu | ffal | o roa | m, |
| C | A | D | G | F# | E | |
| Out | in th | e Pacif | ic, they | say h | e was the | best, |
| A | D | |
| Now he | 's in his civvies, headin' h | ome like all the rest. |
| G | D | Db | G | E | G | |
| He'l | l never fo | rget | Rosa | Le | e, |
| G | C | G | C | |
| Or s | leepless nights he f | ought | upon the | sea. |
| * C A D G F# E |
| He'll only have the memories, or great books by James Jones, |
| A | D | G | |
| 'Cause | they're sending the | old man hom | e. |
| C | G | A | D | |
| Far | away... Far | away... Anothe | r life so very far a | way. |
| They'll tear down the officer's clubs, |
| And write off the overdue subs, |
| So let's drink to their memories, our heroes, and our pals, |
| To those crazy Navy fliers, to those swell Hawaiian gals. |
| The sailors will dance in the street, |
| Then they'll mothball the whole damn fleet, |
| We'll only have the picture books, |
| Of land, and sea, and foam, |
| 'Cause they're sending the old man home. |
| (Coda) |
| He'll only have his memories, or great books by James Jones, |
| 'Cause they're sending the old man home. |
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| (This is a beginner's arrangement, so it is probably full of |
| errors, but the lyrics are correct. It is a great ballad though...) |
| ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// | |
| // Mike A. Hall // "If I don't die by Thursday, // |
| // mhall@moe.coe.uga.edu // I'll be roarin' Friday night." // |
| // // --J.Buffett // |
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