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White Boots Marching in a Yellow Land chords by Phil Ochs

  • D

  • G

  • Em

  • A

  • Bm

    2
  • C

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Verse 1
(D major) The pilots playing (G major) poker in
the cockpit of the plane (D major)
The casualties arriv (G major) ing like
the dropping of the (E minor) rain
And a (D major) mountain of ma (G major) chinery
will fall before a (A major) man
When you're (D major) white boots
(G major) marching in (A major) a yel (D major) low land
Verse 2
It's written in the ashes (G major) of the village
towns we (D major) burn
It's written in the (G major) empty (B minor) bed
(G major) of the fathers unre (E minor) turned
And the (D major) chocolate in the chil (G major) drens
eyes will never under (A major) stand
When you're (D major) white boots
(G major) marching in (D major) a yellow land
(B minor) Red blow

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Verse 3
the bugles of the dawn
The (A major) morning has arrived
you must be gone
And the (G major) lost patrol chase their
(A major) chartered souls
Like (D major) old whores following (C major) tired armies (D major)
Verse 4
(D major) Train them well,
the (G major) men who will be fighting by your (D major) side
And never turn your (G major) back if
the battle turns the (E minor) tide
For the (D major) colours of a civil (G major) war are
louder than com (A major) mands
When you're (D major) white boots (G major) marching
in (A major) a yellow (D major) land
Blow them from the (B minor) forest and
Verse 5
(G major)
burn them from your (D major) sight
Tie their hands be (G major) hind their back
and question through the (E minor) night
But when the (D major) firing squad is (G major) ready
they'll be spitting where they stand
(A major) At the (D major) white boots (G major) marching
in (A major) a yel (D major) low land
(B minor) Red blow the bugles of
Verse 6
the dawn
(G major) The (A major) morning has arrived
you must be gone
And the (G major) lost patrol chase their
(A major) chartered souls
Like (D major) cold whores following
(C major) tired armies (D major)
Verse 7
The comic and the (B minor) beauty queen are
(G major) dancing on the (D major) stage
Raw recruits are (G major) lining up like
coffins in a (E minor) cage
We're (D major) fighting in a (B minor) war we (G major) lost
before the war (A major) began
We're the (D major) white boots (G major) marching
in (A major) a yel (D major) low land (B minor)
(G major) (A major)
Verse 8
And the (G major) lost patrol chase their
(A major) chartered souls
like (D major) cold whores following (C major) tired armies
(D major)
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