Chords for Phil Ochs-Men Behind The Guns
Tempo:
137.7 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
Ab
Abm
Db
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Let's drink [Bb] a toast to the Admiral, [Db] and here's to the [E] Captain Bold,
[Abm] And glory [Db] more for the [E] Commodore when the deeds of [B] light are told.
[Ab] They stand to [B] the deck to the battle's wreck when the [E] great shells roar and pound,
[Abm] And never they fear when the [Ab] foe is [E] near to lay [Gb] their orders down.
[E] But off with your hats and three times three for [Ab] every sailor's son,
[A] For the men below [E] who fight the foe, the [B] men behind the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns.
Their hearts a [B]-pounding heavy [Ab] when they swing the [E] port once more,
With [Ab] never enough of the greenback [E] stuff they start for the leave [B] ashore.
[Ab] And you'd think [B] perhaps the blue blouse chaps [Ab] had better [E] clothes to wear,
[Abm] For the [Dbm] uniforms of [Gb] officers could [B] hardly be compared.
[E]
Warriors bowed with strats of gold that [Abm] dazzle like the sun,
[Eb] Outshine the [B] common sailor boys, the lads who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men behind [Dbm] the guns.
But [Ab] say not a word to the [B] shotters [Abm] heard that tells the [E] fight is on,
[Abm] And the [Db] angry sound of another [E] round says the [B] must be gone.
[Ab] Over the deep [B] and the deadly [Db] sweep of the fire and the [E] bursting shell,
[Ab] Where the very air is a mad [E] despair that throws [B] up a living hell.
[E] But down and deep in a mighty ship unseen [Ab] by the midday sun,
Oh, [Eb] you find the [E] boys who make the noise, the lads [B] who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns.
And well they know [B] the cyclone [Db] blow loose from [E] the cannon steel,
And they [Db] know the hull of the enemy [E] ship will quiver [B] with the deal,
[Ab] And the decks will rock with [B] a lightning shock [Db] in shape with a [E] great recoil,
[Abm] While the sea [Dbm] grows red with the blood of the [B] dead and swallows [Gb] up her spoil.
[E] But not until the final ship has made [Abm] her final run,
Can we [E] give the rest to the very best, the [B] lads who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns.
So let's drink a toast [B] to the admiral [Db] and here's to [E] the Captain Bold,
[Abm] And glory [Ab] more for the [B] Commodore when the deeds of might are told.
[Ab] They stand to the deck [B] through the battle's wreck [Db] when the great shells [E] roar and pound,
[Abm] And never they [Dbm] fear when the foe is [B] near to lay their orders down,
[E] But off with their hats and three times three for [Abm] every sailor's son,
For the men [E] below who fight the foe, the men [B] behind the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns.
[Abm] And glory [Db] more for the [E] Commodore when the deeds of [B] light are told.
[Ab] They stand to [B] the deck to the battle's wreck when the [E] great shells roar and pound,
[Abm] And never they fear when the [Ab] foe is [E] near to lay [Gb] their orders down.
[E] But off with your hats and three times three for [Ab] every sailor's son,
[A] For the men below [E] who fight the foe, the [B] men behind the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns.
Their hearts a [B]-pounding heavy [Ab] when they swing the [E] port once more,
With [Ab] never enough of the greenback [E] stuff they start for the leave [B] ashore.
[Ab] And you'd think [B] perhaps the blue blouse chaps [Ab] had better [E] clothes to wear,
[Abm] For the [Dbm] uniforms of [Gb] officers could [B] hardly be compared.
[E]
Warriors bowed with strats of gold that [Abm] dazzle like the sun,
[Eb] Outshine the [B] common sailor boys, the lads who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men behind [Dbm] the guns.
But [Ab] say not a word to the [B] shotters [Abm] heard that tells the [E] fight is on,
[Abm] And the [Db] angry sound of another [E] round says the [B] must be gone.
[Ab] Over the deep [B] and the deadly [Db] sweep of the fire and the [E] bursting shell,
[Ab] Where the very air is a mad [E] despair that throws [B] up a living hell.
[E] But down and deep in a mighty ship unseen [Ab] by the midday sun,
Oh, [Eb] you find the [E] boys who make the noise, the lads [B] who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns.
And well they know [B] the cyclone [Db] blow loose from [E] the cannon steel,
And they [Db] know the hull of the enemy [E] ship will quiver [B] with the deal,
[Ab] And the decks will rock with [B] a lightning shock [Db] in shape with a [E] great recoil,
[Abm] While the sea [Dbm] grows red with the blood of the [B] dead and swallows [Gb] up her spoil.
[E] But not until the final ship has made [Abm] her final run,
Can we [E] give the rest to the very best, the [B] lads who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns.
So let's drink a toast [B] to the admiral [Db] and here's to [E] the Captain Bold,
[Abm] And glory [Ab] more for the [B] Commodore when the deeds of might are told.
[Ab] They stand to the deck [B] through the battle's wreck [Db] when the great shells [E] roar and pound,
[Abm] And never they [Dbm] fear when the foe is [B] near to lay their orders down,
[E] But off with their hats and three times three for [Abm] every sailor's son,
For the men [E] below who fight the foe, the men [B] behind the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns.
Key:
E
B
Ab
Abm
Db
E
B
Ab
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Let's drink [Bb] a toast to the Admiral, [Db] and here's to the [E] Captain Bold,
_ [Abm] And glory [Db] more for the [E] Commodore when the deeds of [B] light are told.
[Ab] They stand to [B] the deck to the battle's wreck when the [E] great shells roar and pound,
_ [Abm] And never they fear when the [Ab] foe is [E] near to lay [Gb] their orders down.
[E] But off with your hats and three times three for [Ab] every sailor's son,
[A] For the men below [E] who fight the foe, the [B] men behind the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns. _ _ _ _
_ _ Their hearts a [B]-pounding heavy [Ab] when they swing the [E] port once more,
With [Ab] never enough of the greenback [E] stuff they start for the leave [B] ashore. _
[Ab] And you'd think [B] perhaps the blue blouse chaps [Ab] had better [E] clothes to wear,
[Abm] For the [Dbm] uniforms of [Gb] officers could [B] hardly be _ compared.
_ [E]
Warriors bowed with strats of gold that [Abm] dazzle like the sun,
_ [Eb] Outshine the [B] common sailor boys, the lads who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men behind [Dbm] the guns. _ _ _ _ _
_ But [Ab] say not a word to the [B] shotters [Abm] heard that tells the [E] fight is on,
[Abm] And the [Db] angry sound of another [E] round says the [B] must be gone. _
[Ab] Over the deep [B] and the deadly [Db] sweep of the fire and the [E] bursting shell,
_ [Ab] Where the very air is a mad [E] despair that throws [B] up a living hell.
_ [E] But down and deep in a mighty ship unseen [Ab] by the midday sun,
Oh, [Eb] you find the [E] boys who make the noise, the lads [B] who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns. _ _ _ _ _
_ And well they know [B] the cyclone [Db] blow loose from [E] the cannon steel,
_ And they [Db] know the hull of the enemy [E] ship will quiver [B] with the deal, _
[Ab] And the decks will rock with [B] a lightning shock [Db] in shape with a [E] great recoil,
_ [Abm] While the sea [Dbm] grows red with the blood of the [B] dead and swallows [Gb] up her spoil.
_ [E] But not until the final ship has made [Abm] her final run,
Can we [E] give the rest to the very best, the [B] lads who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns. _ _ _ _ _ _
So let's drink a toast [B] to the admiral [Db] and here's to [E] the Captain _ Bold,
[Abm] And glory [Ab] more for the [B] Commodore when the deeds of might are told.
[Ab] They stand to the deck [B] through the battle's wreck [Db] when the great shells [E] roar and pound,
_ [Abm] And never they [Dbm] fear when the foe is [B] near to lay their orders down,
[E] But off with their hats and three times three for [Abm] every sailor's son,
For the men [E] below who fight the foe, the men [B] behind the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Let's drink [Bb] a toast to the Admiral, [Db] and here's to the [E] Captain Bold,
_ [Abm] And glory [Db] more for the [E] Commodore when the deeds of [B] light are told.
[Ab] They stand to [B] the deck to the battle's wreck when the [E] great shells roar and pound,
_ [Abm] And never they fear when the [Ab] foe is [E] near to lay [Gb] their orders down.
[E] But off with your hats and three times three for [Ab] every sailor's son,
[A] For the men below [E] who fight the foe, the [B] men behind the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns. _ _ _ _
_ _ Their hearts a [B]-pounding heavy [Ab] when they swing the [E] port once more,
With [Ab] never enough of the greenback [E] stuff they start for the leave [B] ashore. _
[Ab] And you'd think [B] perhaps the blue blouse chaps [Ab] had better [E] clothes to wear,
[Abm] For the [Dbm] uniforms of [Gb] officers could [B] hardly be _ compared.
_ [E]
Warriors bowed with strats of gold that [Abm] dazzle like the sun,
_ [Eb] Outshine the [B] common sailor boys, the lads who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men behind [Dbm] the guns. _ _ _ _ _
_ But [Ab] say not a word to the [B] shotters [Abm] heard that tells the [E] fight is on,
[Abm] And the [Db] angry sound of another [E] round says the [B] must be gone. _
[Ab] Over the deep [B] and the deadly [Db] sweep of the fire and the [E] bursting shell,
_ [Ab] Where the very air is a mad [E] despair that throws [B] up a living hell.
_ [E] But down and deep in a mighty ship unseen [Ab] by the midday sun,
Oh, [Eb] you find the [E] boys who make the noise, the lads [B] who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns. _ _ _ _ _
_ And well they know [B] the cyclone [Db] blow loose from [E] the cannon steel,
_ And they [Db] know the hull of the enemy [E] ship will quiver [B] with the deal, _
[Ab] And the decks will rock with [B] a lightning shock [Db] in shape with a [E] great recoil,
_ [Abm] While the sea [Dbm] grows red with the blood of the [B] dead and swallows [Gb] up her spoil.
_ [E] But not until the final ship has made [Abm] her final run,
Can we [E] give the rest to the very best, the [B] lads who serve the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns. _ _ _ _ _ _
So let's drink a toast [B] to the admiral [Db] and here's to [E] the Captain _ Bold,
[Abm] And glory [Ab] more for the [B] Commodore when the deeds of might are told.
[Ab] They stand to the deck [B] through the battle's wreck [Db] when the great shells [E] roar and pound,
_ [Abm] And never they [Dbm] fear when the foe is [B] near to lay their orders down,
[E] But off with their hats and three times three for [Abm] every sailor's son,
For the men [E] below who fight the foe, the men [B] behind the guns,
[Ab] Oh, the men [Dbm] behind the guns. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _