G                                 C              Em
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
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I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
G                                              C                 Em
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
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I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

[Verse 2]
G                                    C                    Em
well,I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn
C                          G                              D
Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone
G                                                   C                 Em
I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn
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Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long

[Verse 3]
G                                          C              Em
I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march
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And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched
G                                              C                 Em
But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch
C                 G                       D                          G
Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict’ry arch

[Chorus]
G                                 C              Em
Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won
C                                      G                              D
I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns
G                      C                 Em
A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington
C                                      G                       D      G
Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cavalryman

[Chorus]
G                                                   C                  Em
Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back to front
C                  G                                     D
Cause I won’t be back on the rider-less black and I'm finished in my hunt
G                             C                 Em
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
C                 G                       D            G
I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more