D2 – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– 3 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
Dsus – 3 – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– 3 – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – |
D2
i see you’ve found a box of my things –
infantries , tanks and smoldering airplane wings .
these old pictures are cool . tell me some stories
was it like the old war movies?
sit down son . let me fill you in
Dsus D
where to begin? let’s start with the end
A D
this black and white photo don’t capture the skin
Dsus D
from the flash of a gun to a soldier who’s done
A
trust me grandson
D2
the war was in color
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
same chords as the first verse but different flow of the words
from shipyard to sea , from factory to sky
from rivet to rifle , from boot camp to battle cry
i wore the mask up high on a daylight run
that held my face in its clammy hand
crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand
where to begin? let’s start with the end
this black and white photo don’t capture the skin
from the shock of a shell or the memory of smell
if red is for hell
the war was in color
i held the canvas bag over the railing
the dead released , with the ship still sailing ,
out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
i felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
into a blanket of dead , and as the night grows colder
in a window back home , a blue star is traded for gold .
where to begin? let’s start with the end
this black and white photo don’t capture the skin
when metal is churned . and bodies are burned
victory earned
the war was in color
here you play the chorus chords but slow the song down
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
now i lay in my grave at age 21
long before you were born
before i bore a son
what good did it do?
well hopefully for you
a world without war
a life full of color
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
pick the speed back up here at play the end of chorus twice
where to begin? let’s start with the end
this black and white photo never captured my skin
once it was torn from an enemy thorn
straight through the core
the war was in color
D2 – – 0 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– 3 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – – – |
Dsus – 3 – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– 3 – – – – – – – – – – – – |
– 2 – – – – – – – – – – – – |
D2
i see you’ve found a box of my things –
infantries , tanks and smoldering airplane wings .
these old pictures are cool . tell me some stories
was it like the old war movies?
sit down son . let me fill you in
Dsus D
where to begin? let’s start with the end
A D
this black and white photo don’t capture the skin
Dsus D
from the flash of a gun to a soldier who’s done
A
trust me grandson
D2
the war was in color
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
same chords as the first verse but different flow of the words
from shipyard to sea , from factory to sky
from rivet to rifle , from boot camp to battle cry
i wore the mask up high on a daylight run
that held my face in its clammy hand
crawled over coconut logs and corpses in the coral sand
where to begin? let’s start with the end
this black and white photo don’t capture the skin
from the shock of a shell or the memory of smell
if red is for hell
the war was in color
i held the canvas bag over the railing
the dead released , with the ship still sailing ,
out of our hands and into the swallowing sea
i felt the crossfire stitching up soldiers
into a blanket of dead , and as the night grows colder
in a window back home , a blue star is traded for gold .
where to begin? let’s start with the end
this black and white photo don’t capture the skin
when metal is churned . and bodies are burned
victory earned
the war was in color
here you play the chorus chords but slow the song down
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
now i lay in my grave at age 21
long before you were born
before i bore a son
what good did it do?
well hopefully for you
a world without war
a life full of color
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
pick the speed back up here at play the end of chorus twice
where to begin? let’s start with the end
this black and white photo never captured my skin
once it was torn from an enemy thorn
straight through the core
the war was in color
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