Chords for The Last Long Mile (World War I Song) (1918) ( Historical Recroding )

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The Last Long Mile (World War I Song) (1918) ( Historical Recroding ) chords
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[Ab]
[Fm] Oh, they put [Cm] me in the army [Fm] and they handed me a pack.
[Bb] They took away my night-due clothes and dolled me up in [C] crack.
[Fm] They marked me [Cm] twenty miles a [Fm] day to fit me for the [Ab] war.
I didn't mind the first nineteen, but the last one [Eb] made me sore.
[Ab] Oh, it's not the pack that you carry on your back,
nor the [Bb]
Springfield [Eb] on [Ab] your shoulder,
nor [Bbm] the five-inch cross [Ab] of Clinton County door
[Bb] that makes you [Eb] feel your limbs are growing older.
[Ab] And it's not [Eb]
the hike [Fm] on the hard turnpike
that wipes away [C] your [Eb] smile,
nor the [Bb] soft of a fitter that rays a blooming glitter.
It's the last long [Ab] mile.
[Fm] [F]
Someday [Cm] they'll send us over [Fm] and they'll put us in a [Bb] trench,
taking such a step, the Fritzes with the Tommies and the [Gb] French.
[F] And someday we'll [C] be marching through [Fm] a town across the [Ab] Rhine,
and then you bet we'll all forget these mournful [Bbm] words of mine.
[Ab] Oh, it's not the pack that [Fm] you carry on [Ab] your back,
nor the Springfield on your shoulder,
nor [Bbm] the five-inch [F] cross of Clinton County door
[Bb] that makes you [Bbm] feel your limbs are growing older.
[Ab] And it's not [Bbm] the hike [Fm] on the hard turnpike
that wipes [Bbm]
away [Cm] your [Eb] smile,
nor the [Bb] soft of a fitter that rays a blooming glitter.
It's the [Ebm] last [Ab] long mile.
[Bb]
[Fm]
[Cm] [Ab] Oh, it's not the pack [F] that you carry on [Bb] your back,
nor the Springfield on your shoulder,
[Bbm] nor the five-inch [Bb] cross of Clinton County door
that makes you [Ebm] feel your limbs are growing older.
[C] And it's not the hike [Fm] on the hard turnpike
that wipes [Bbm] away [Cm] your smile,
nor [Bb] the soft of a fitter that rays a blooming glitter.
It's the last [Ab] long mile.
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_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ Oh, they put [Cm] me in the army [Fm] and they handed me a pack.
[Bb] They took away my night-due clothes and dolled me up in [C] crack.
[Fm] They marked me [Cm] twenty miles a [Fm] day to fit me for the [Ab] war.
I didn't mind the first nineteen, _ but the last one [Eb] made me sore.
_ [Ab] Oh, it's not the pack that you carry on your back,
nor the [Bb]
Springfield [Eb] on [Ab] your shoulder,
nor [Bbm] the five-inch cross [Ab] of Clinton County door
[Bb] that makes you [Eb] feel your limbs are growing older.
[Ab] And it's not [Eb]
the hike [Fm] on the hard turnpike
that wipes away [C] your [Eb] smile,
nor the [Bb] soft of a fitter that rays a blooming glitter.
It's the last long _ [Ab] mile. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [F] _
Someday [Cm] they'll send us over [Fm] and they'll put us in a [Bb] trench,
taking such a step, the Fritzes with the Tommies and the [Gb] French.
[F] And someday we'll [C] be marching through [Fm] a town across the [Ab] Rhine,
and then you bet we'll all forget _ _ these mournful [Bbm] words of _ _ mine.
[Ab] Oh, it's not the pack that [Fm] you carry on [Ab] your back,
nor the Springfield on your shoulder,
nor [Bbm] the five-inch [F] cross of Clinton County door
[Bb] that makes you [Bbm] feel your limbs are growing older.
[Ab] And it's not [Bbm] the hike [Fm] on the hard turnpike
that wipes [Bbm]
away [Cm] your [Eb] smile,
nor the [Bb] soft of a fitter that rays a blooming glitter.
It's the [Ebm] last [Ab] long _ mile. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Ab] Oh, it's not the pack [F] that you carry on [Bb] your back,
nor the Springfield on your shoulder,
[Bbm] nor the five-inch [Bb] cross of Clinton County door
that makes you [Ebm] feel your limbs are growing older.
[C] And it's not the hike [Fm] on the hard turnpike
that wipes [Bbm] away [Cm] your smile,
nor [Bb] the soft of a fitter that rays a blooming glitter.
It's the last [Ab] long mile.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ [Ab] _