Аккорды Gordon Lightfoot - The Patriot's Dream

(recorded in key of A  capo to second fret
to play along with Gord )

Cmaj7-  x32000
D/F#-   2x0232  (just curl thumb onto second fret on E string
                 for the F# bass)

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                                                           The
G                        C
songs of the wars are as old as the hills,
     G                          A7              D
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills.
     G                                     C
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
     D                         C                   G
in a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs.

                          C
The patriot's dream is as old as the sky,
   G                      A7           D
It lives in the lust of a cold callous lie.
      G                                      C
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
       D                       C               G
of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills.

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|G              |G       C      |D              |C       G      |
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                                                              The  
G                         C
train pulled away on that glorious night,
    G                         A7         D
the drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight.
          G                                    C
Well, the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
      D                          C               G
while riding off to glory in the spring of their years.

    G                     C
The patriot's dream still lives on today,
   G                         A7           D
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray.
      G                                      C
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
       D                       C               G
of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills.

|Em             |Em             |Em             |Em            |
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                                                          well there

G     D/F#     Em   G       D/F#      Em
was a sad, sad lady weeping all night long,
       G        D/F#     Em             G            D/F# Em
she re ceived a sad, sad message from a voice on the tele phone.
    G        D/F#     Em              G      D/F#    Em
Her children were all sleeping as she waited out the dawn,
    G         D/F#       Em             G      D/F#     Em
how could she tell those children their father was shot down.
    G         D/F#   Em                    G         D/F#   Em
She took them to her side that day and she told them one by one,
     G      D/F#  Em                    D/F#       G
Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from ho--------.
      B7
o-o-o-ome

   Am              D           G                    Cmaj7
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell,
   Am               D         G
he might be in some prison, I hope he's treated

|Cmaj7          |Am             |Em             |Em           |
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 well.                                                  well there

G     D/F#       Em              G     D/F#   Em
was a young girl watching in the early after  noon
         G         D/F#    Em          G         D/F#    Em
when she heard the name of someone who said he'd be home soon.
    G        D/F#     Em               G      D/F#    Em
She wondered how they got him, but the papers did not tell,
      G        D/F#     Em                   G     D/F#    Em
there would be no sweet reunion, there would be no wedding bells.
       G        D/F#    Em                  G          D/F#       Em
So she took her self in to her room and she turned the bed sheets down,
    G        D/F#   Em                      D/F#     G
she cried in to the silken folds of her new wedding  gow--------.
        B7
ow- ow- own
   Am              D           G                    Cmaj7
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell,
   Am               D         G
he might be in some prison, I hope he's treated

|Cmaj7          |Am             |Em             |Em           |
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 well.                                                  well there

 G      D/F#    Em             G       D/F#   Em
 was an old man sitting in his mansion on the hill,
   G          D/F#     Em              G         D/F#   Em
he thought of his good fortune and the time he'd yet to kill.
   G      D/F#   Em                  G        D/F#  Em
He called to his wife one day, "Come sit with me a  while,"
     G           D/F#     Em         G        D/F#   Em
then turning to  ward the sunset, he smiled a wicked smile.
          G       D/F#    Em            G      D/F#       Em
"Well I'd like to say I'm sorry for the sinful deeds I've done,
    G      D/F#     Em                     D/F#   G
but let me first re mind you, I'm a patri  otic   saaaaaaahh
        B7
ah- ah- aaaahn
     Am                D           G                    Cmaj7
They tried to do their duty and it took 'em straight to hell.
     Am               D         G
They might be in some prison, I hope they're treated

|Cmaj7          |Am             |D              |D             |
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 well.                                                       The

                                             
G                        C
songs of the wars are as old as the hills,
     G                          A7              D
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills.
     G                                     C
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
     D                         C                   G
in a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs.
    G                         C
The train pulled away on that glorious night,
    G                         A7         D
the drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight.
          G                                    C
Well, the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
      D                          C               G
while riding off to glory in the spring of their years.

    G                     C
The patriot's dream still lives on today,
   G                         A7           D
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray.
      G                                      C
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
       D                       C               G
of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills.

|G              |G       C      |C       D      |D       C      |G            |
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