Chords for Charlie Parr - Don't Send Your Child To War

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I ain't been [Cm] to one little place like [C] that all my life.
I ain't known but one woman, now she is my wife.
I'll be pulling up the road to the town and back again.
I ain't known but a handful of folks, and I call my friends.
Well, now I'm gonna leave [Cm] here, now I'm gonna wait.
[C] Keep my fiddle tunes, me, I need it some sweet day.
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_ _ _ Well, the preacher told my oldest son, sign you up for war.
My friend, I'll [G] fall from your home and never come back no more.
My oldest son will [Cm] come home one day, we'll bury him [C] up the hill.
Next to his daddy and his old grandma and his dear old uncle.
Well, now I'm gonna leave [Cm] here, now I'm gonna [C] wait.
Keep my fiddle tunes, me, I need [Cm] it some sweet day.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm gonna go [Cm] myself, I'm [C] all about Rodney T.
Crowman's son.
He was all I got, who's box of pills and [Cm] gold, and they don't [C] have to fight.
Leave home, take a bottle of their kids and wag on him [Cm] all night.
[C] Well, now I'm gonna leave [Cm] here, now I'm gonna wait.
Keep [C] my fiddle tunes, me, [Cm] I need it some sweet day.
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] Well, I'll set up a camp [Cm] on the interstate where [G] the rich man lives.
He won't come around and talk to me, and he don't have the time [C] to give.
They'll call the [Cm] cops and say Rasta Bob's living on my [C] place.
Take him away in his dirty car, I don't want to see his face.
Well, now I'm gonna leave [Cm] here, now I'm gonna wait.
[C] Keep my fiddle tunes, me, I need it some sweet day.
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ You know, I wish I'd stayed at [Cm] home and kept my [G] son there too.
Give to the rich man all day long, he'll never [C] get back to you.
Then call me [Cm] Rasta Bob, do [C] it all day, please.
Now, I'm gonna ask for them and get down on my knees.
Now, I'm gonna leave [Cm] here, now I'm gonna wait.
Keep [C] my fiddle tunes, me, I need it some sweet day.
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[C] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ Well, now I'm gonna leave [C] here, now I'm gonna wait.
Keep my fiddle tunes, me, I need it some sweet day. Thank you.
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_ Thank you everybody.
Have a great night tonight.
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