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Phil Ochs - The Men Behind The Guns Lyrics

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  • Dm C
  • Let's drink a toast to the admiral,
  • Dm F
  • and here's to the captain bold,
  • Am Dm
  • and glory more for the commodore,
  • F C
  • when the deeds of might are told.
  • Dm C
  • They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck,
  • Dm F
  • when the great shells roar and pound,
  • Am Dm
  • and never they fear when the foe is near
  • F C
  • to lay their orders down--
  • F Dm
  • But off with your hats and three times three
  • F C
  • for every sailor's son,
  • Dm C
  • for the men below who fight the foe,
  • F C
  • the men behind the guns:
  • Am Dm
  • oh, the men behind the guns.
  • Their hearts a-pounding heavy when
  • they swing to port once more --
  • with never enough of the greenback stuff,
  • they start for the leave ashore.
  • And you'd think perhaps the blue-blouse chaps
  • had better clothes to wear,
  • for the uniforms of officers
  • could hardly be compared:
  • Warriors bold with straps of gold
  • that dazzle like the sun
  • outshine the common sailor boys,
  • the lads who serve the guns:
  • oh, the men behind the guns.
  • Say not a word till the shot is heard
  • that tells the fight is on,
  • and the angry sound of another round
  • that says there must be (God? gone??)
  • Over the deep and the deadly sweep,
  • the fire and the bursting shell,
  • where the very air is a mad despair,
  • the throes of a living hell

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