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Yankee, Go Home

Richard Thompson
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 
 
 
 G.I.  Joe put your gun  away
 The  sun is setting on another  day
 Why  don't you leave us alone
 Yankee  Go  Home
 They're  burning effigies out  in the street
 Man  the lifeboats, sound  the retreat
 Pentagon's  on the Phone
 Yankee  Go Home
 You  can't just kiss and  run away
 There  ain't enough money on  a sergeant's pay
 When  the dance hall girl  you banged's in the family  way
 You turned my sister into a whore
 With a pair of silk stockings from the P.X. store
 Why don't you leave use alone
 Yankee Go Home
 My girlfriend won't talk to me
 Since she met with a sailor from the land of the free
 I'm tired of being alone
 Yankee Go Home
 I've lost count of the chewing gum that I've had
 And vodka-cola make my teeth go bad
 We'll handle this on our own
 Yankee Go Home
 Dow Jones going into a stall
 Spray paint saying it on every wall
 The climb was fine, now it's time to decline and fall

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Readable chord sheet for Yankee, Go Home by Richard Thompson

[G]  [C/G]  [G]
 [C]
 [G]  [G]  [C/G]  [G]  [C/G]

G[G].I. Joe put your gu[D]n away

T[G]he sun is setting on ano[D]ther day

W[C]hy don't you leave us alo[D]ne

Y[G]ankee G[C/G]o Home

T[G]hey're burning effigies ou[D]t in the street

M[G]an the lifeboats, so[D]und the retreat

P[C]entagon's on the Ph[D]one

Y[G]ankee Go Home

Y[F]ou can't just kiss an[C]d run away

T[Eb]here ain't enough money o[Bb]n a sergeant's pay

W[D/A]hen the dance hall gi[Am7]rl you banged's in the f[D]amily way

You turned my sister into a whore
With a pair of silk stockings from the P.X. store
Why don't you leave use alone
Yankee Go Home

My girlfriend won't talk to me
Since she met with a sailor from the land of the free
I'm tired of being alone
Yankee Go Home

I've lost count of the chewing gum that I've had
And vodka-cola make my teeth go bad
We'll handle this on our own
Yankee Go Home

Dow Jones going into a stall
Spray paint saying it on every wall
The climb was fine, now it's time to decline and fall

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