I Wanna Be In The Cavalry
Corb Lund BandVersions2
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I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
well,I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long
I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that victry arch
Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns
A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington
Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cavlryman
Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
Cause I wont be back on the rider-less black and I'm finished in my hunt
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more
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Readable chord sheet for I Wanna Be In The Cavalry by Corb Lund Band
[G]I wanna be in the cavalry if they [C]send me off to [Em]war [C]I wanna good steed [G]under me like my forefathers be[D]fore [G]I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I [C]hear the cannons' [Em]roar [C]I wanna be in the [G]cavalry if they send me [D]off to [G]war well,I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that victry arch Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cavlryman Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front Cause I wont be back on the rider-less black and I'm finished in my hunt I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more