The man behind the guns chords and lyrics - PHIL OCHS

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Let's drink a toast to the Admir[G]al
and [Am]here's to the Captain [C]Bold
And [Em]glory more for the [Am]Commodore
when the [C]deeds of might [G]are told
They stand to the [Am]deck
through the [G]battle's wreck
when the great shells roar and [C]pound
And [Em]never they fear
when the [Am]foe is near
to [C]lay their orders [G]down
But [C]off with your hats
and three times three
for every sail[Em]or's side
For the [F]men below who [C]fight the foe,
[Am]the men be[G]hind the guns,
oh, the men behind the [Am]guns
Their hearts a -pounding [G]heavy
when they [Am]swing the port once [F]more
[C]With nev[Em] er enough
of the [Am]greenback stuff
they [C]start for the Levis [G]shore
And you'd [Am]think perhaps
the [G]blue blouse chaps
had [Am]better clothes [C]to wear
For the [Em]uniforms of [Am]of ficers
could [C]hardly be com[G]pared
War[C]riors bowed with straps of gold
that dazzled like the [Em]sun
Out [F]shined the common [C]sailor boys,
the [Am]lads [C]who served [G]the guns
Oh, the [Am]men be[G]hind the [Am]guns
But say not a word till the [G]shot is heard
that [Am]tells the fight is [C]on
And the [Em]angry sound of an[Am]other round
[C]says they must be [G]gone
Over the deep and the deadly sweep
of the fire and the bursting [C]shell
Where the [Em]very air is a [Am]mad despair
that [C]throws up a living [G]hell
But [C]down and deep in a mighty ship
unseen by the midday [Em]sun
Oh, you [F]find the boys who [C]make the noise,
the [G]lads who serve the guns
Oh, the men behind the [Am]gun
And well they know the [G]cyclone
blow loose [Am]from [C]the cannon steel
And they [Em]know the hull of the [Am]enemy ship
will [C]quiver with the [G]feel
And the [Am]decks will rock
with a [G]lightning shock
and [Am]shake with a [G]great re[C]coil
While the [Em]sea grows red
with [Am]the blood of the dead
and [C]swallows up her [G]spoil
But [C]not until the [F]final [C]ship
has made her final [Em]run
Can we [F]give the rest to the [C]very best,
the [Am]lads who [G]serve the guns?
Oh, the [Am]men be[G]hind the [Am]guns
So let's drink a toast to [G]the Admiral
and [Am]here's to the Captain [C]bold
And [Em]glory more for the [Am]Commodore
when the [C]deeds of might [G]are told
They [Am]stand to the deck through
[G]the battle's wreck
when the [Am]great shells roar and [C]pound
And [Em]never they fear
when the foe is near
to [C]lay their orders [G]down
But [C]off with their hats
and three times three
for every sail[Em]or's son
For the [F]men below who [C]fight the foe,
the men behind [G]the guns
Oh, [Am]the men be[G]hind the [Am]gun s