My Youngest Son Came Home Today Chords by Eric Bogle
Tempo:
142.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
Dm
C
A
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [Dm]
[D]
[C]
[D] [Dm] My youngest son came [A] home today [D] His friends marched with him [A]
all the way
The [Am] flutes and drums beat out in [D] the time As in his box of [Dm] polished pine
Like dead [A] meat on [F] a [A] butcher's tray [D] My youngest son came [C] home [Dm] today
My youngest son was a fine [E] young man [D] With a wife, a daughter [Dm] and [E] a son
[D] A man he would have lived and died Till by a bullet sanctified
Now [Dm] he's a saint, [F] or so they say [D] They brought their saint [C] home [D] today
Above the narrow [Dm] [A] Belfast streets An [Dm] Irish sky looks down [A] and weeps
[D] On children's [C] blood and gutters [D] spilled For dreams of freedom [C] [Dm] unfulfilled
As [A] part of freedom's price to pay My [D] youngest son [C] came home [D] today
My youngest son [F] came [Em] home today [D] His friends marched with [F] him all the [Em] way
[D] The flutes and drums beat out in the time As in his [C] box of [Am] polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray My [D] youngest son [C] came home [D] today
[C] And this time he's home to stay
[D]
[C]
[D] [Dm] My youngest son came [A] home today [D] His friends marched with him [A]
all the way
The [Am] flutes and drums beat out in [D] the time As in his box of [Dm] polished pine
Like dead [A] meat on [F] a [A] butcher's tray [D] My youngest son came [C] home [Dm] today
My youngest son was a fine [E] young man [D] With a wife, a daughter [Dm] and [E] a son
[D] A man he would have lived and died Till by a bullet sanctified
Now [Dm] he's a saint, [F] or so they say [D] They brought their saint [C] home [D] today
Above the narrow [Dm] [A] Belfast streets An [Dm] Irish sky looks down [A] and weeps
[D] On children's [C] blood and gutters [D] spilled For dreams of freedom [C] [Dm] unfulfilled
As [A] part of freedom's price to pay My [D] youngest son [C] came home [D] today
My youngest son [F] came [Em] home today [D] His friends marched with [F] him all the [Em] way
[D] The flutes and drums beat out in the time As in his [C] box of [Am] polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray My [D] youngest son [C] came home [D] today
[C] And this time he's home to stay
Key:
D
Dm
C
A
F
D
Dm
C
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ My youngest son came [A] home today _ [D] His friends marched with him [A]
all the way
_ The [Am] flutes and drums beat out in [D] the time As in his box of [Dm] polished pine
Like dead [A] meat on [F] a [A] butcher's tray _ _ [D] My youngest son came [C] home [Dm] today _ _ _ _
_ _ My youngest son was a fine [E] young man _ [D] With a wife, a daughter [Dm] and [E] a son _
[D] A man he would have lived and died Till by a bullet _ sanctified
Now [Dm] he's a saint, [F] or so they say _ [D] They brought their saint [C] home _ [D] today
_ _ _ _ _ _ Above the narrow [Dm] _ [A] Belfast streets An [Dm] Irish sky looks down [A] and weeps
_ [D] On children's [C] blood and gutters [D] spilled For dreams of freedom [C] _ _ [Dm] unfulfilled
As [A] part of freedom's price to pay _ My _ [D] youngest son [C] came home [D] today _ _ _ _ _
_ _ My youngest son [F] came [Em] home today _ _ [D] His friends marched with [F] him all the [Em] way
_ [D] The flutes and drums beat out in the time As in his [C] box of [Am] polished pine
Like dead meat on a _ butcher's tray _ _ My [D] youngest son [C] came home [D] today _ _ _ _ _
[C] And this time _ _ he's home to stay _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ My youngest son came [A] home today _ [D] His friends marched with him [A]
all the way
_ The [Am] flutes and drums beat out in [D] the time As in his box of [Dm] polished pine
Like dead [A] meat on [F] a [A] butcher's tray _ _ [D] My youngest son came [C] home [Dm] today _ _ _ _
_ _ My youngest son was a fine [E] young man _ [D] With a wife, a daughter [Dm] and [E] a son _
[D] A man he would have lived and died Till by a bullet _ sanctified
Now [Dm] he's a saint, [F] or so they say _ [D] They brought their saint [C] home _ [D] today
_ _ _ _ _ _ Above the narrow [Dm] _ [A] Belfast streets An [Dm] Irish sky looks down [A] and weeps
_ [D] On children's [C] blood and gutters [D] spilled For dreams of freedom [C] _ _ [Dm] unfulfilled
As [A] part of freedom's price to pay _ My _ [D] youngest son [C] came home [D] today _ _ _ _ _
_ _ My youngest son [F] came [Em] home today _ _ [D] His friends marched with [F] him all the [Em] way
_ [D] The flutes and drums beat out in the time As in his [C] box of [Am] polished pine
Like dead meat on a _ butcher's tray _ _ My [D] youngest son [C] came home [D] today _ _ _ _ _
[C] And this time _ _ he's home to stay _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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