(D)I was the son of a grass land farm er, west ern O kla ho ma, nine teen for ty three.
(G)me.
I al ways felt grate ful to the live in the land of the (D)free.
I (D)gave up my fa ther to South Ko re pris a, the mind of my broth er to Vi et nam.
(G)won.
And For Now there’s a bank er as who says I must give up my (D)land.
There are four gen er a tions of blood in this top Len soil, four gen er a tions of love on this (G)farm.
I Be fore I give up, I would glad ly give up my right arm.
(A)What are we mak ing weap ons for?
(Bm)Why keep on feed ing the war ma chine?
We (A)take it right out of the mouths of our ba bies, (A)take it a way from the hands of the poor.
Tell me, (G)what are we (D)mak ing (A)weap ons (D)for?
(D)I had a son and my son was sol dier.
so like my fa ho ther, he was so much like (G)me.
To be a good com rade was the best that he dreamed he could (D)be.
He (D)gave up his fu ture to rev o lu pris tion, his life to a bat tle that just can’t be (G)be.
And I this is not liv ing, as to live at the point of a (D)gun.
I re mem ber the nine hun dred days ing each of oth in sound of the dy ing, the cut of the (G)cold.
If re mem ber the mo ments I prayed I would nev er grow old.
(A)What are we mak ing weap ons for?
(Bm)Why keep on feed ing the war ma chine?
We (A)take it right out of the mouths of our ba bies, (A)take it a way from the hands of the poor.
Tell me, (G)what are we (D)mak ing (A)weap ons (D)for?
For the (G)what are we (D)mak ing (A)weap ons (D)for?
Have (A)we (D)for (G)got
(D)ten
all the lives (A)that (D)were (G)giv
(D)en,
all the vows (A)that (D)were (G)tak
(D)en,
say ing “nev er a gain”?
(G)Now for the (Em)first
(D)time,
this could (A)be (D)the (G)last
(D)time.
If peace (A)is (D)our (G)vi sion,
let us be (D)gin.
Have (A)we (D)for (G)got
(D)ten
all the lives (A)that (D)were (G)giv
(D)en,
all the vows (A)that (D)were (G)tak
(D)en,
say ing “nev er a gain”?
(G)Now for the (Em)first
(D)time,
this could (A)be (D)the (G)last
(D)time.
If peace (A)is (D)our (G)vi sion,
let us be (D)gin.
Have (A)we (D)for (A)Let us be (D)gin.
This page shows “Let Us Begin (What Are We Making Weapons For?)” by John Denver in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of D at 100 BPM, a comfortable easy-level arrangement perfect for first-time learners.