Jay Munly ~ My Second Salvation Army Choir Chords

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_ [G] _ _ [D] All the horses [Eb]
[Gm] bore [Am] their [Gm] faces, I was fed into [Bb] the [G] [Am] square.
_ [Gm] _ [D] They said I used [Eb] to be [Am] the [G] leader [D] of the Salvation [Bb] Army [Gm] choir.
[Am] _ _ [Gm] I [D] stood [Eb] atop [Gm] the drinking trough, [G] I leaned [Gm] into my song.
[C] _ [G] _ The [D] song I sung [Eb] about the [C] Salvation [G] was confused, I still [Gm] sing it wrong.
When [Am] I first tried [G] to sing, _ _ _ _ _ _ I was wrong. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] The band I followed, sir, [F] _ [Gm] kept dancing up the _ _ _
[F] road.
[Gm] In a jit-trap, _ _ _
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I was [G] ready to dance.
[Gm] You're a warrior, you're a warrior, you're a warrior.
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_ _ _ _ [Ab] I remember [Gm] through my [Fm] sickness how my army [Gm] was taught [D] me.
[G] And I [Ab] said, good Salvation, [Gm] I will get well on them. _
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ I grabbed the youngest _ [Ab] [G] yearling, I planned to harness him to a [Ab] cart.
[G] The babe broke the [Gm] wheels, the Appaloosa head-butted my chest for my [G] part. _ _
The horses stood in a choir formation, rolled their [Gm] eyes to gauge my worth. _
The _ Appaloosa bent out for my head, the babe planted me dry in [F] the [A] dirt.
The Appaloosa was a [Gm] call for love, _ _ _
[Am] _ [G] love, love, love, love. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] Underneath the _ _ [F] cross [Gm] where I am, _ _
_ _ [F] _ [Gm] all the drops _ _
_ _ [F] _ [G] that come from love, _ _
[Gm] _ _ [G] she's at a [Gm] trance, you're a warrior, you're a warrior, you're [G] a warrior.
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[Gm] Oh, my [Ab] sickness, how my army [Gm] was taught [Ab] me.
And I said, good Salvation, [Gm] I will get well on them.
[G] And the big babe slammed his head into the youngest yearling,
made him spread eagle sprawled on [Gm] the dirt.
_ He bit off his bobbles [G] and dipped them in the copper of the pitch pine.
And the Appaloosa [Gm] ripped out 24 of the yearling's tail pieces
and attached them to the pitch pine bobbles.
_ [G] And doing a fancy [Gm] vast step over the dirt, he come to me.
The device hung from between [G] his horse's teeth as he [Gm] urged my humanness to gravitate.
I suppose he wanted me to swing it like some caviar to whip. _
But I ain't gonna get Mexican on you.
I swung it like a Catholic censor.
_ Hypnotized, they followed the device, began to sing their imperfect chorus called.
So I joined in with [G] my own application.
And together, I hope we don't [Eb] sing it [G] wrong. _ _ _ _ _
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_ I stood there with the water [F] drunk, [Gm] _ shattered, broken by fire.
[Dm] _ [Gm] The pain now felt like a [Dm] trial.
[G] I danced [Gm] like a wealthy crown.
[Dm] _ _ [Gm] Now I carry myself in a [F] big choir, [Gm] singing now like _ _ [F] _ [Gm] I didn't lie. _
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