Phil Ochs - The Men Behind The Guns Lyrics
Dm CLet's drink a toast to the admiral, Dm Fand here's to the captain bold, Am Dmand glory more for the commodore, F Cwhen the deeds of might are told. Dm CThey stand to the deck with the battle's wreck, Dm Fwhen the great shells roar and pound, Am Dmand never they fear when the foe is near F Cto 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 whenthey 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 chapshad better clothes to wear,for the uniforms of officerscould 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 heardthat tells the fight is on,and the angry sound of another roundthat 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