{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":936306,"song":"Soldier","artist":"Harvey Andrews","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11613959-soldier-chords-by-harvey-andrews/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/936306?type=chord","rating":4.79498,"votes":44,"content":"Not A particularly hard song. But A very meaningful song about the troubles. You \r\nshould be able to see the pattern in the chords, please comment and rate :)\r\n\r\nIntro;\r\n[ch]A[/ch]    [ch]E[/ch]    [ch]E[/ch]   [ch]A[/ch]\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                          [ch]E[/ch]\r\nIn a station in the city a British soldier stood[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                          [ch]A[/ch]\r\nTalking to the people there if the people would[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                          [ch]E[/ch]\r\nSome just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                             [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnd the lonely British soldier wished he was back home again[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                           [ch]A[/ch]\r\nCome join the British Army! said the posters in his town[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                               [ch]A[/ch]\r\nSee the world and have your fun come serve before the Crown[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                    [ch]A[/ch]\r\nThe jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the dole[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                                     [ch]A[/ch]\r\nSo he took his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                                  [ch]E[/ch]\r\nFor there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                                  [ch]A[/ch]\r\nJust ten years in the army getting paid for being bossed[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                              [ch]E[/ch]\r\nThen leave a man experienced a man who's made the grade[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                          [ch]A[/ch]\r\nA medal and a pension some mem'ries and a trade[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                                   [ch]E[/ch]\r\nThen came the call to Ireland as the call had come before[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                           [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnother bloody chapter in an endless civil war[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]                                        [ch]E[/ch]\r\nThe priests they stood on both sides the priests they stood behind[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                               [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnother fight in Jesus name the blind against the blind[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                              [ch]A[/ch]\r\nThe soldier stood between them between the whistling stones[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                                [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnd then the broken bottles that led to broken bones[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                        [ch]A[/ch]\r\nThe petrol bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]E[/ch]                                     [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnd wished that he had stayed at home surrounded by his kin[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\nThe station filled with people the soldier soon was bored\r\nBut better in the station than where the people warred\r\nThe room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons\r\nWho stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun\r\n\r\n\r\nA yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass\r\nThe window of the station broke to let the package pass\r\nA scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door\r\nDragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor\r\n\r\n\r\nThe soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use\r\nHe knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse\r\nHe could not run to pick it up and throw it in the street\r\nThere were far too many people there too many running feet\r\n\r\n\r\nTake cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives\r\nAnd the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives\r\nThey turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear\r\nFor God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here\r\n\r\n\r\nThe soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone\r\nWhy was this his battle God why was he alone\r\nHe lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell\r\nTo those at home in England to those he loved so well\r\n\r\n\r\nHe saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow\r\nThe young girls in the city parks how precious were they now\r\nThe soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan\r\nThe music of the turning world so soon would it be gone\r\n\r\n\r\nA muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake\r\nThe soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake\r\nThey never heard him cry or shout they never heard him moan\r\nAnd they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones\r\n\r\n\r\nThe crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came\r\nTo carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game\r\nAnd the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs\r\nOne soldier less to interfere where he did not belong\r\n\r\n\r\nBut will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees\r\nThe story of the soldier who bought their liberty\r\nWho used his youthful body as a means towards an end\r\nWho gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend","plain_text":"Not A particularly hard song. But A very meaningful song about the troubles. You \nshould be able to see the pattern in the chords, please comment and rate :)\n\nIntro;\nA    E    E   A\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe station filled with people the soldier soon was bored\nBut better in the station than where the people warred\nThe room filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons\nWho stared with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun\n\n\nA yell of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass\nThe window of the station broke to let the package pass\nA scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the door\nDragging children crying from the bomb upon the floor\n\n\nThe soldier stood and could not move his gun he could not use\nHe knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse\nHe could not run to pick it up and throw it in the street\nThere were far too many people there too many running feet\n\n\nTake cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your lives\nAnd the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before their wives\nThey turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear\nFor God's sake save our children or they'll end their short lives here\n\n\nThe soldier moved towards the bomb his stomach like a stone\nWhy was this his battle God why was he alone\nHe lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell\nTo those at home in England to those he loved so well\n\n\nHe saw the sights of summer felt the wind upon his brow\nThe young girls in the city parks how precious were they now\nThe soaring of the swallow the beauty of the swan\nThe music of the turning world so soon would it be gone\n\n\nA muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake\nThe soldier blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake\nThey never heard him cry or shout they never heard him moan\nAnd they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones\n\n\nThe crowd outside soon gathered and the ambulances came\nTo carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game\nAnd the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs\nOne soldier less to interfere where he did not belong\n\n\nBut will the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees\nThe story of the soldier who bought their liberty\nWho used his youthful body as a means towards an end\nWho gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend","chords":["A","E","D"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]}}}