TUNING: Half-step down (Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb) STRUMMING: D D DU DU D DU 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + CHORDS USED: (Named by finger position, not by notes. The Roman numeral VI after the A# it’s on the sixth fret, just so no one thinks I made it up.) F Am A# C Dm Fsus Am7 A#VI F5 Eb|--------0-----------0-----1-----------------------------| Bb|--1-----1-----------1-----3-----------------------------| Gb|--2-----2-----3-----0-----2----12----12-----7----10-----| Db|--3-----2-----3-----2-----0----10----10-----8----10-----| Ab|--3-----0-----1-----3-----------8-----0-----x-----8-----| Eb|--------------------------------------------6-----------| Okay, here we go: INTRO: Eb|---------------------------------|----------------/5---3---1---0---| Bb|-----6-------6-------6-------6---|-1~~-----------------------------| Gb|---------5-------5-------5-------|-0~~-----------------------------| Db|---------------------------------|-2~~-----------------------------| Ab|---------------------------------|-3~~-----------------------------| Eb|-6-------------------------------|---------------------------------| F He said, "Son, Am Have you seen the world? A# Well, what would you say F If I said that you could? A# F Just carry this gun; you'll even get paid." C I said, "That sounds pretty good." F Black leather boots, Am Spit-shined so bright A# F They cut off my hair, but it looks alright. A# We marched and we sang; F We all became friends, C As we learned how to fight. Dm A hero of war, A# Yeah that's what I'll be. F And when I come home, C They'll be damn proud of me. Dm I'll carry this flag A# To the grave if I must. F ’Cause it's a flag that I love, C And a flag that I trust. F I kicked in the door. Am I yelled my commands. A# The children, they cried, F But I got my man. A# We took him away, F A bag over his face, C From his family, his friends. F They took off his clothes. Am They pissed in his hands. A# I told them to stop, F But then I joined in. A# We beat him with guns F And batons not just once, C But again and again. Dm A hero of war, A# Yeah that's what I'll be. F And when I come home, C They'll be damn proud of me. Dm I'll carry this flag A# To the grave if I must. F ’Cause it's a flag that I love, C And a flag that I trust. NOTE: Replace the last strum of the chorus with the note in parentheses below. Palm-mute the chords until the original ones kick back in. Eb|-----|---------------------------------|---------------------------------| Bb|-----|-----6-------6-------6-------6---|-1~~------------/9---------------| Gb|-----|---------5-------5-------5-------|-0~~----------------12--10---9---| Db|-----|---------------------------------|-2~~-----------------------------| Ab|-----|---------------------------------|-3~~-----------------------------| Eb|-(5)-|-6-------------------------------|---------------------------------| Fsus Am7 She walked through bullets and haze. A#VI I asked her to stop; F5 I begged her to stay. A#VI But she pressed on, F5 So I lifted my gun, C And I fired away... F Am And the shells jumped through the smoke A# And into the sand F That the blood had now soaked. A# F She collapsed with a flag in her hand; C A flag white as snow... Dm A hero of war, A# Is that what they see? F Just medals and scars; C So damn proud of me. Dm And I brought home that flag. A# Now it gathers dust. F But it's the flag that I love; C It's the only flag I trust. F He said, "Son, Am Have you seen the world? A# Well, what would you say F If I said that you could?