G B7 Em C
brother on brother lying on the fields
G Em C9 G
only the devil is keepin’ score
G B7 Em C
your blonde haired boys are scattered long these hills
G Em C G
picked clean like cotton in a rich man’s war
G B7 Em C
lay down your holy irons
G Em C9 G
lay down your guns and shining bayonets
G B7 Em C
lay down your holy irons
G Em C9 G
it’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead
G B7 Em C
got no mansion on the yonder mount
G Em C9 G
no plantation pillars all in white
G B7 Em C
just a southern boy behind a plough
G Em C9 G
swept up like nothin’ in a poor man’s fight
G B7 Em C
lay down your holy irons
G Em C9 G
lay down your guns and shining bayonets
G B7 Em C
lay down your holy irons
G Em C9 G
it’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead
D D8 - D D7º F7º
farewell cordelia let me hold ya close
Em G C
so i can remember how it feels
D D8 - D D7º F7º
if a bullet brings me down before i make it home
Em G C
ya know that i’ll be dreamin’ of you still
A9
yes i will…
G B7 Em C - G Em C G
G B7 Em C
little soldiers all in blue and grey
G Em C9 G
every one of us a’ bleedin’ red
G B7 Em C
and when this broken body falls away
G Em C9 G
we’ll all lie down in the same earthen bed
G B7 Em C
lay down your holy irons
G Em C9 G
lay down your guns and shining bayonets
G B7 Em C
lay down your holy irons
G Em C9 G
it’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead
Composição de Grant-Lee Phillips