White Boots Marching in a Yellow Land chords and lyrics - PHIL OCHS

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[Verse 1]
[D]The pilots playing pok[G]er in
the cockpit [D]of the plane
The casualties arriv[G]ing like
the dropping of the [Em]rain
And a [D]mountain of ma[G]chinery
will fall before a [A]man
When you're [D]white boots
[G]marching in [A]a yel[D]low land

[Verse 2]
It's written [G]in the ashes of the village
towns we [D]burn
It's written in the [G]empty [Bm]bed
[G]of the fathers unre[Em]turned
And the [D]chocolate in the chil[G]drens
eyes will never under[A]stand
When you're [D]white boots
[G]marching in [D]a yellow land
[Bm]Red blow

[Verse 3]
the bugles of the dawn
The [A]morning has arrived
you must be gone
And the [G]lost patrol chase their
[A]chartered souls
Like [D]old whores following [C]tired [D]armies

[Verse 4]
[D]Train them well,
the [G]men who will be fighting by your [D]side
And never turn your [G]back if
the battle turns the [Em]tide
For the [D]colours of a civil [G]war are
louder than com[A]mands
When you're [D]white boots [G]marching
in [A]a yellow [D]land
Blow them from the [Bm]forest and

[Verse 5]
[G]
burn them from your [D]sight
Tie their hands be[G]hind their back
and question through the [Em]night
But when the [D]firing squad is [G]ready
they'll be spitting where they stand
[A]At the whi[D]te boots mar[G]ching
in [A]a yel[D]low land
[Bm]Red blow the bugles of

[Verse 6]
the dawn
[G]The mor[A]ning has arrived
you must be gone
And the [G]lost patrol chase their
[A]chartered souls
Like [D]cold whores following
[C]tired [D]armies

[Verse 7]
The comic and the [Bm]beauty queen are
[G]dancing on the [D]stage
Raw recruits are [G]lining up like
coffins in a [Em]cage
We're [D]fighting in a [Bm]war we [G]lost
before the war [A]began
We're the [D]white boots [G]marching
in [A]a yel[D]low [Bm]land
[G][A]

[Verse 8]
And the [G]lost patrol chase their
[A]chartered souls
like [D]cold whores following [C]tired armies
[D]