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Verse 1:
G
I cry to thee upon my knee
CG
Though you’re so hard of hearing
Your mind undone, your bow unstrung
Your eyes no longer gleaming
Verse 2:
G
You rose a toast to your father’s ghost
CG
It left your mother reeling
Strings were pulled, when the bugle called
And to Normandy you went stea-ling
Chorus
G
You never spoke a word
G
A word of them bad old days
G
I never saw them in your eyes
A7
its no surprise
CG
You were ever the gentleman
(Short Instrumental Breakdown)
Em G
Called to war upon the earth
Across the land and on the surf
Hid mongst trees in earths embrace
EM D G
i trained my rifle at the foreign fa...ce
EM G
I came back broken, lonely, torn
From all the faces i put on
And all them faces I put out
The faces scream they cry and shout
The monster meeked
The innocent raped
CG
They said we fought for the human race
Em D G
They said we fought for the human ra–ce
Verse 3:
G
I pulled up on the quayside
CG
And struck about for leavings
My feet were numb, my mind was one
With the north wind gently breathing
Chorus
I swore i’d say no words
No words of them bad old days
I buried them inside
its no surprise
She wanted a gentleman
G
I wed my girl, and swore my life
CG
And began to build our pa...ra...dise
G
In the year of forty-nine
DG
Those were some glad old times
You’re nan was beauty
She was kind
There was no question in my mind
In those days of 49
G
She tried to love me ,... this i know...
CG
An older man now. Where i did go?.....
G
But sometimes in our dank old place
CG
I’d grip the hand that gave me grace
Em D G
I hope we fought for the human race ...
They said we fought for the human ra-ce...
Em G
Yet burnt into the furroughs of my mind
There’s sights that curl and churn in each mans eye
EM G
its bad enough to kill when in the right
EM D G
its bad enough to kill when in the right
G
So to phoney wars and holy wars
Waged by rich men, & fought by poor
You know which way the door is for
Em
What’s more
G
What's More
The line you throw
For the trusting to crow
Laps in and out our ears
Despite the growing years
To fuel our fears
To spite our ears
To stoke our jeers
To curl our sneers
To wet our tears
Despite our years
Despite our years
G
I never spoke a word
A word of them bad old days
I buried them deep inside
A7
its no surprise
CG
Why I tried to be the gentleman
