A Soldiers Memoir

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          C            Em
I've been home about 6 months now
    Am
And I still have my doubts
    F
I'm not sure how I got here
   G
Or how I'm gonna get out
   C           Em
My mama says I look the same
     Am
as I did before I left
       F
But if she could see inside of me
          G
It would, scare her to death

      F                                G
I can still taste the powder, from the barrel of my gun
          F                           G
And I can hear my sergeant screamin' "run soldier run"
      F                                 G
I can feel the backpack on my shoulders, god it weighted a ton.
    Am             G               F
And I see death in every single thought.
      C                                   G
They taught me how to put that uniform on
           G*
But I just cant get it off.
C

      C            Em
Last Saturday they honored us
     Am
In a small parade downtown.
    F
And when they set off those fireworks
  G
I nearly hit the ground.
      C               Em
While they smiled and cheered for us
    Am
All I could do was stare.
      F
Cause part of me is here at home
     G
but part of me is back there.

      F                                G
I can still taste the powder, from the barrel of my gun
          F                           G
And I can hear my sergeant screamin' "run soldier run"
      F                                 G
I can feel the backpack on my shoulders, god it weighted a ton.
    Am             G               F
And I see death in every single thought.
      C                                   G
They taught me how to put that uniform on
           G*               Am  G
But I just cant get it off.

     F                       C  Em
Yeah there's no end in sight
        Am              G
Cause' even though I'm home now,
          F
I'm still fighting for me life.

      F                                G
I can still taste the powder, from the barrel of my gun
          F                           G
And I can hear my sergeant screamin' "run soldier run"
      F                                 G
I can feel the backpack on my shoulders, god it weighed a ton.
    Am             G               F
And I see death in every single thought.
      C                                   G
They taught me how to put that uniform on
           G*
But I just cant get it off.
Am   G
          C               Em
Well the devil's won some battles
    Am
And he may win some more
             F*        F*
But don't he know, the American Solider
     G*
Will always win the war

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