Civilian Ways Rancid [1-2-3-4] {sot A-D-A-D-A-E-D-A (intro) {eot [A]I hold the cold steel of my [D]rifle as I dream of foreign [A]lands, and I [D]promise myself I will cherish every moment I [A]can, but there's [E]ghosts that follow me a[D]round everywhere I [A]am. When i say 'goodbye'[D] I try to be [A]strong. now I'm [D]going back to the U.S. where I [A]belong. I am [E]never alone, the [D]war seems to follow me [A]home. no longer an active [D]soldier when i walk down the [A]street. now I'm (guitaretab.com)