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Dm                   Am

Written down in history
           G                   D
Dark pages there for all to see
        C            D
And on into eternity

Dm                     Am
In our world we build walls high
     C                         D
So we can't hear the others cry
         C                   G
We draw a line and put up boarders
C                         D
Point our guns and wait for orders

F                          Dm
A fathers pride a mothers joy
   Am                      G
Into this world they bring a boy
               C                      G                       D
They're happier than they ever could have known

F                                   Dm
He's taught to read he's taught to write
              Am                         G
Taught good from bad and wrong from right
         C                          G                    D
And soon that young boy to a man has grown

Dm                            Am
When those in power demand of you
          G                              D
What they themselves could never do
   C                G                       D
Into a far off land that soldiers flown

E
They'll tell you when to run
Bm
They'll tell you when to stop
E                                          Bm
Tell you when to stand up and tell you when to drop
  D                                  A
They'll teach you how to shoot to kill
             G                 D
Without ever asking why
            C                      G                     D
They'll teach you how to live and how to die

Dm                         Am
Then driven by the battles roar
            G                             D
Till his gun falls silent to the floor
        C                                 G
His mothers tears we cannot see
        C                                       D
They must bring him home with dignity

F                                Dm
But when the sermons over
Am                                        G
And the prayers have all been said
C                    G
He may be a hero
       C                 G           Fmaj7
But he'll still be just as dead

F                       Dm
He was proud to do what's right
               Am                        G
When he heard his country calling
        C                           G
But somewhere in her darkest night
Cmaj7 C                    Fmaj7
  A mothers tears are falling

                                                                keepitreal

D                            Bm
Lookin at the river I see the water risin
G                                    A
After all the rain we had I suppose it's not suprisin
D                                         Bm
Lookin out my back door the fields are all aflood
G                                             A
My poor old cows are standin up to their knees in mud
                CHORUS
D                                            G
Better do something quick boy Better do something fast
D                                          A
Better think of something or those poor cows wont last

D
Their standin at my back door now
        Bm
The sight gave me the shudders
G
Water lookin dark and cold
A
Swirlin round their udders
D
The weatherman said fine today
      Bm
But I know he's a liar
      G
The rain is commin down so hard
               A
And the waters gettin higher
          CHORUS

D
Standin in my bedroom now
Bm
Me with my dairy friends
G
Tryin to take some shelter
               A
from the storm that never ends
                 Middle bit
D                        A
Hear that rumble look at that flash
D                                   A
Waters gettin higher now better make a dash
D                      A
Is this a part of Gods big Plan
G                                         Bm                 A
Coz one dry week and their'll be a hosepipe ban

D
Standin on my rooftop now
      Bm
Me with my dairy herd
G
When comes landin on my head
A
Some strange kind of bird

D
He said to me mister can't you see
        Bm
That I'm all out of luck
G
I can do most anything
         A
But I wish I was a duck

D
Better do something quick boy
G
Better do something fast
D
Better think of something
      A
Or this old bird wont last

D
Gonna build an ark now
       Bm
For my bovine friends and me
G
Gonna build an ark now
A
From a big oak tree
D
But we need some kind of engine
      Bm
To make it go real fast
G                                                        A
So I'm gonna take that big old bird and tie him to the mast

          With apologies keepitreal

To All1song, had a great night listening to your Neil Young covers. Got to page 8. To be continued.