8Th Of November

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Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota
G                              C
to fight fot the red white and blue
A
He was nineteen in green with a new M-1
G                         C
Just doing what he had to do
A
He was dropped in the jungle where the choppers would rumble
G                               C
With the smell of napalm in the air
A
And the seargent said
G           C
Look up ahead
A
Like a dark evil cloud twelve hundred came down
G                      C
On him and twenty-nine more
A
They fought for their lives but most of them died
G            C
In the 173rd airborne

A
On the 8th of November the angels were crying
G                            C
As they carried his brothers away
A
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
G                                     C
There were few men left standing that day
A
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five
           A        G      C
the th of November
A
Now he's fifty-eight and his pony tail's gray
G                                 C
But the battle still plays in his head
A
He limps when he walks but he's strong when he talks
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About the shrapnell they left in his leg
A
He puts on a suit over his airborne tatoo
G                        C
He ties it on one time a year
A
He remembers the fallen as he orders a tall one
G                             C
And swallows it down with his tears

A
On the th of November the angels were crying
G                            C
As they carried his brothers away
A
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
G                                     C
There were few men left standing that day
A
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five
           A        G      C
the th of November
A
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five
A
On the eighth of november the angels were crying
G                            C
As they carried his brothers away
A
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
G                                     C
There were few men left standing that day
A
On the eighth of november the angels were crying
G                            C
As they carried his brothers away
A
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
G                                     C
There were few men left standing that day
A
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five
           A        G      C
the th of November

A          G         C

A
Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota
G                              C
to fight fot the red white and blue
A
He was nineteen in green with a new M-1
G                         C
Just doing what he had to do

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