The Dying Soldier Christy Moore
Easy song to play really, remember verses are mainly palm muted, apart from that it's
self explanatory
L[Am]ook at the dying soldier, I heard someone whisper
And t[Em]hen I saw the blood come through my shirt
[Am] Am I going to die here? I don't want to die here
[Em]Someone come and pick me from the dirt
[G] I don't belong here, I don't want to die here, oh [A]no
[G] I don't belong here, don't let me die here, oh [A]no
My hands are getting colder, my thoughts are growing weaker
This must be the way it is
Stop the shooting, don't you see I'm dying
Someone come and say a prayer
I don't belong here, I don't want to die here, oh no
I don't belong here, Don't let me die here, oh no
My eyes are closing, I see someone coming
But he turns his back and runs away
They've stopped shooting, it's started raining
This must be the way
I don't belong here, I dont want to die here, oh no
I don't belong here, Don't let me die here, oh no
I want to go back home where my friends are
I want to go on living there
I want to go back home where my friends are
I want to go on living there
I want to go back home where my friends are
I want to go on living there
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