Chords for Sara Storer & John Williamson - Pozie

[C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] This is the [C] story of a [F] man who went to war, [Dm] who sacrificed [C] his youth on [F] foreign land.
_ [Dm] No words of [C] any kind would [F] help him ease the gun, [Gm] but a drink would surely help his [C] shaky hair.
_ [Dm] He settled in [C] a hut just [F] north of Narrabri.
It [Dm] had a door that [C] let him out and [Am] let him [F] in.
_ [Dm] Old gallant [G] rams a welcome [F] seat on a dirt floor, [Gm] decorated with _ [Dm] rubbing [C] skins. _ _ _ _
[Dm] I've been to France [Gm] on a _ [D] boat, [C] I'm [Dm] still alive [Gm] I [D] suppose. _
I [Dm] pour blue sherry [Gm] down my throat, it takes the ache [F] out of me.
[C] _ _ _ _
_ [D] This is the [C] story of a [F] man who went to war, [Dm] and it battles [D] with his mind [F] day to day.
_ [D] While he's still [Am] he's broke, stern, he's steel of [F] lyrics run, [Gm] with a fire stick to word [C] and on his pay.
_ [Dm] He never whined [C] about a burn or [F] cut or what he'd seen.
He was tough as [C] nails but solid [F] to the whine.
_ [Dm] He walked four [C] miles a day, giving his [F] food supplies, [Gm] the power of a mind.
[C] _ _
_ _ _ _ I've [Dm] been to France [Gm] on a [C] boat, _ I'm still [Dm] alive [Gm] I suppose.
[C] _ _ I [Dm] pour blue sherry [Gm] down my throat, it takes [C] the ache out of me.
_ _ _ _ [F] I'm [Dm] in a [Eb] terrible _ [C] mess, faced [Gm] with the life of all of [C] us.
[Dm] Cries of war [Gm] on my chest, why are I bringing the [C] good to hate?
[G] My name is [Dm] Posse.
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[C] _ _ [D] _ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _
[C] _ [Dm] This is the [C] story of a [F] man who went to war, [Dm] with his cheeky [D] smile he prance [F] around the bar.
_ [Dm] One too [C] many, sack a [F] tucker, out the door, [Gm] with his dozen eggs and musket [D] under [C] guard.
_ [Dm] And what about [C] a rounded posse, [F] he hadn't made it home.
With an early scarp he [C] covered [F] lots of ground, _ found him lying [C] face up down [F] there.
He creaked [Gm] and rose on his chest and sombre, [C] swirling around.
_ _ _ _ I've [Dm] been to France [Gm] on a boat, [C] _ _ I'm [Gm] still alive I suppose.
[C] _ _ [Gm] I pour blue sherry down my throat, it takes the ache [C] out of me.
_ _ _ I'm [Dm] in a [Gm] terrible _ [C] _ mess, faced [Dm] with the life [Eb] of all of us.
[C] _ _ Cries [Dm] of war [Gm] on my chest, why are I bringing the [C] good to hate?
My [Gm] name is Posse.
[F] _ [Gm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Dm] This is the [C] story of a [F] man who went to [G] war, [F] _ [C] who fought for our own [F] being free.
[Cm] Well if the [Dm] crows have got his [C] eyes, [F] maybe they've blessed his soul.
[G] It will take away the pain [C] of what he's seen.
_ _ [G] Shattered [D] shell and [C] broken [F] crows upon his chest, [Dm] his sherry [C] musket empty [F] on the ground.
But two good [C] eyes could gently [F] shut he wasn't dead, the [Gm] cries were fading on the eggs he [C] wouldn't hand.
_ _ _ I've [Dm] been to France [Eb] on a [C] boat, _ I'm [D] still alive [Gm] I suppose.
[C] _ _ I [Dm] pour blue sherry [Gm] down my throat, it takes the ache [C] out of me.
I'm [D] in a [Gm] terrible _
[C] mess, faced [Dm] with the life of [Gm] all of us.
[C] _ _ [G] Cries of [Dm] war [Gm] on my chest, why are I bringing the [C] good to hate?
My [Dm] name is Posse.
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[D] _ [E] _ [F] _ [D] _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _
[D] This is the story [C] of a man [F] who went to war.