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phil ochs - white boots marching in a yellow land كلمات الأغنية

e c#m a e
the pilots playing poker in the c-ckpit of the plane
c#m a f#m
the casualties arriving like the dropping of the rain
e c#m a b
and a mountain of machinery will fall before a man
e g#m a b e
when you’re white boots marching in a yellow land

it’s written in the ashes of the village towns we burn
it’s written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned
and the chocolate in the childrens eyes will never understand
when you’re white boots marching in a yellow land

c#m
red blow the bugles of the dawn
b
the morning has arrived you must be gone
a b
and the lost patrol chase their chartered(-) souls
e d
like cold/old(?) wh-r-s following tired armies

train them well, the men who will be fighting by your side
and never turn your back if the battle turns the tide
for the colours of a civil war are louder than commands
when you’re white boots marching in a yellow land

blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight
tie their hands behind their back and question through the night
but when the firing squad is ready they’ll be spitting where they stand
at the white boots marching in a yellow land

red blow the bugles of the dawn
the morning has arrived you must be gone
and the lost patrol chase their chartered souls
like cold wh-r-s following tired armies

the comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage
raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage
we’re fighting in a war we lost before the war began
we’re the white boots marching in a yellow land

and the lost patrol chase their chartered souls
like cold wh-r-s following tired armies

- phil ochs

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