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Red Army Blues

Waterboys

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The Waterboys - Red Army Blues Harmonica: 7 6- 7 7- 6 7 7- 6- 7- 7 8 7- 6 RED ARMY BLUES Intro: Am - Em - Am - Em - F - Em - F - Gsus-G 2x Soft guitar sliding intro: Am Em Am Em E|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| B|-13s-10s-13-|-12s8-------|-13s12s10s12s13s17-|-12s8------| G|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| D|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| A|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| E|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| F Em F G E|------------|------------|------------|-----------| B|-10s-8------|-6s-5-------|-10s-8s-10--|-13s--12---| G|------------|------------|------------|-----------| D|------------|------------|------------|-----------| A|------------|------------|------------|-----------| E|------------|------------|------------|-----------| Saxofoon lick: Am Em Am Em E|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| B|-13--10--13-|-12-8-------|-13-12-10-12-13-17-|-12-8------| G|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| D|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| A|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| E|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| F Em F G E|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| B|-13--10--13-|-12-8-------|-13-12-10-12-13-17-|-12-8------| G|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| D|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| A|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| E|------------|------------|-------------------|-----------| Am When I left my home and my family F my mother said to me G "Son, it's how many Germans you kill that counts Em It's how many people you set free" Am So I packed my bags and I brushed my cap F and I walked out into the world G Seventeen years old, Em never kissed a girl I took the train to Voronezh - that was as far as it would go Exchanged my sacks for a uniform, bit my lip against the snow I prayed for Mother Russia in the summer of '43 and as we drove the Germans back I really believed God was listening to me Then we howled into Berlin, tore the smoking buildings down, raised the Red Flag high, burnt the Reichstag brown I saw my first American - he looked a lot like me He had the same kind of farmer's face, said he came from some place called Hazard, Tennessee When the war was over my discharge papers came Me and twenty hundred others went to Stettiner for the train "Kiev!" said the Commissar "from there your own way home" But I never got to Kiev We never came back home The train went north to the taiga We were stripped and marched in file up the Great Siberian road for miles and miles and miles and miles Dressed in stripes and tatters in a Gulag left to die all because Comrade Stalin feared that we'd become too westernized ! I used to love my country I used to feel so young I used to believe that life was the best song ever sung I would have died for my country back in 1945 but now only one thing remains - the brute will to survive London April 1982 On "A Pagan Place" and "The Whole Of The Moon" Tabbed by woutermoscou
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