Char lie boy,

don’t (C)go to (G)war,

(C)first (G)born in (C)for ty four.

And Ken ne dy

made (C)him be (G)lieve

(C)we (G)could (Em7)do (D7)much more.

(Em)Oh.

(C)Oh.

(D)Oh.

(Em)Oh.

(C)Oh.

(D)Oh.

And Lil li an,

don’t (C)hang your (G)head,

Me (C)love (G)should (Em7)make you (D7)feel good.

In u ni form,

you (C)raised a (G)man

who (C)vol (G)un (Em7)teered (D7)to stand.

(Em)Oh.

(C)Oh.

(D)Oh.

(Em)Oh.

(C)Oh.

(D)Oh.

(C)Play

(D)the (G)bu gle, (Em7)play the (D)taps,

(C)make

your (Em7)moth ers proud.

(C)Raise

(D)your (G)ri fles (Em7)to the (D)sky, boys, (C)fire

that (Em7)vol ley loud.

And news was bad

on (C)Up land (G)Ave.,

Me (C)tuch (G)en (Em7)mourn you (D7)our loss.

In Sons re belled

while (C)fa thers (G)yelled

and (C)moth (G)ers (Em7)clutched (D7)the cross.

(Em)Oh.

(C)Oh.

(D)Oh.

(Em)Oh.

(C)Oh.

(D)Oh.

(C)Play

(D)the (G)bu gle, (Em7)play the (D)taps,

(C)make

your (Em7)fa thers proud.

(C)Raise

(D)your (G)ri fles (Em7)to the (D)sky, boys, (C)fire

that (Em7)vol ley loud.