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Bring The Boys Back Home

Harry Loco
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 Intro  /  /  /  2x
A  soldier cried  out; my god we killed  them all
We  ve ruined their land I cannot understand  my view was so small
We  where young we had no jobs,  they lured us to join
They  paid us well,  but they gave us  hell a total disguard  of human live
And  the president  will put a meddle  on your breast if he thinks you are  the best
But  there are no stories in the press how  it really was; a mess
And  all the ones who did not return, when  will we ever learn
That  war is no video play,  no matter what they  say
Bring  the boys back home, bring the  boys back  home.
Please  bring them  back, bring them  back, bring the boys back home.
 /  /  /  2x
 Now I am back unlucky they caught me in a trap
 Sittin in a wheel chair oxygen on my lap
 For me no meddle from the president, he does not respect a soldier who has lost
 He only cares for his imagine he doesn’t care who bites to dust
 And all the voices scream in my mind
 Will never have peace of mind
 There is no such thing as a winnable war
 So where are you fighting for
 Bring the boys back home, bring the boys back home.
 Please bring them back, bring them back, and bring the boys back home
 And mama cried what have you done, they killed my son!
 Please bring them back, bring them back, and bring the boys back home
 HARRYLOCOPRODUCTIONS ©

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Readable chord sheet for Bring The Boys Back Home by Harry Loco

Intro [C] / [Em] / [F] / [G] 2x

[C]A soldier crie[Am]d out; my god we kil[F]led them all                    [G]
[C]We ve ruined their land I cannot understan[Am]d my view was so small     [F]                                [G]
[C]We where young we had no jo[Am]bs, they lured us to join       [F]                         [G]
[C]They paid us we[Am]ll, but they gave u[F]s hell a total di[G]sguard of human live
[F]And the p[G]resident will put a me[C]ddle on your breast if he thinks you ar[Em]e the best
[F]But there are no stories in the press h[G]ow it really was; a mess       [C]               [Em]                     [F]                             [G]
[F]And all the ones who did not return, when[G] will we ever le[C]arn                            [Em]
[F]That war is no video pl[G]ay, no matter    what th[C]ey s[Em]ay    [F]                    [G]

[C]Bring the boys back home, bring t[Am]he boys [F]back home.                      [G]
[C]Please bring [Am]them back, bring t[F]hem back, bring the boys back h[G]ome.

[C] / [Em] / [F] / [G] 2x

Now I am back unlucky they caught me in a trap
Sittin in a wheel chair oxygen on my lap
For me no meddle from the president, he does not respect a soldier who has lost
He only cares for his imagine he doesn’t care who bites to dust

And all the voices scream in my mind
Will never have peace of mind
There is no such thing as a winnable war
So where are you fighting for

Bring the boys back home, bring the boys back home.
Please bring them back, bring them back, and bring the boys back home
And mama cried what have you done, they killed my son!
Please bring them back, bring them back, and bring the boys back home

HARRYLOCOPRODUCTIONS ©

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