TwentyCifra de Viola

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Intro:Am     Am/G     Am7                     Am      Am/G    Am7    G   G 
------5-------5---------5-----5----5----------5--------5------5------3---3-- 
-----5-------5------5-7---5-7---5-7--5-7-----5--------5----5-7--5-7--3---3-- 
----5-------5----4-5------------------------5--------5--4-5----------4---4-- 
--7----7---9-------------------------------7----7---9----------------5---5-- 
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------------------7-------------10--------------- Repeat this at Verse 2 & 4.  
---------------6-5-6-5-8-------------10---5-3---------  
---------------5-5 5-5 7-------------10---5-4--5-4----  
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                      Em7            Dm   Dm   C G  
1. When you're used up. Where do you go? Soldier.   
    Am     G          C      Am        G       C   
   Mother dry you're eyes. There's no need to cry. I'm   
          F   Am            G        C  G   
   not a boy. It's what I signed up for.  
   
                     Em7             Dm    Dm  C G   
2. When you're used up. Where do you go? Soldier.   
   Am       G        C    Am         G       C      F    
   I can't take the heat. And I can hardly sleep, anymore.   
   Am         G         C   
   What'd we come here for?   Am (6X)  
   

Chorus:  Am          Am/G#               Am7      
       Standing out here in the desert, trying to protect    
           F#m7/b5  Am         Am/G#                  Am7   
       an oiline. I'd really like to do my job, but this   
                           F#m7/b5   
       ain't the country I had in mind.    
        Am              Am/G#          Am7   
       They call this a war on terror, I see a lot of   
                 F#m7/b5   Am    Am/G#          
       civilians dying. Mothers,sons,fathers and daughters,   
        F                    G        
       not to mention some friends of mine. Some friends   

       of mine.   
    Am                G          C      Am   G          
3. We're supposed to leave last week. Promises they don't   
    C      F      Am    G                    C   G   
   keep anymore. Gotta fight the rich man's war.   

               INTRO: AM 6X  
                     
                       Em7            Dm  Dm   C G   
4. When you're used up. Where do you go? Soldier.   
    Am      G   C  Am     G            C             F   
   Late in 2004. Comes a knock on the door it's no surprise.   
    Am      G       C F    Am  G                C    F   Am G C F   
   Mother dry your eyes. MMMM, Mother don't ya cry, no no    

  Someone told you a lie. Yes he did. Why oh oh   
   
        Am    G         C   F  
      Mother don't you cry.   
        Am    G         C   F  
      Mother don't you cry.   

	

		
		
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