When A Soldier Makes It Home
Arlo Guthrie
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C Em Halfway around the world tonightF G C In a strange and foreign landAm Em A soldier packs his memoriesF G As he leaves AfghanistanAm Em And back home they don't know too muchF G There's just no way to tellC Em I guess you had to be thereF G For to know that war was hell Chorus:F Am F And there won't be any victory paradesC F For those that's coming backAm Em They'll fly them in at midnightF G And unload the body sacksAm Em And the living will be walking downF G A long and lonely roadC Em Because nobody seems to care these daysF G C When a soldier makes it homeC Em They'll say it wasn't easyF G C Just another job well doneAm Em As the government in Kabul fallsF G To the sounds of rebel gunsAm Em And the faces of the comradesContinúa después del anuncioF G Being blown out of the skyC Em Leaves you bitter with the feelingF G That they didn't have to dieF Am F And there won't be any victory paradesC F For those that's coming backAm Em They'll fly them in at midnightF G And unload the body sacksAm Em And the living will be walking downF G A long and lonely roadC Em Because nobody seems to care these daysF G C When a soldier makes it homeC Em Halfway around the world tonightF G C In a strange and foreign landAm Em A soldier unpacks memoriesF G That he saved from VietnamAm Em Back home they didn't know too muchF G There was just no way to tellC Em I guess you had to be thereF G For to know that war was hellF Am F And there wasn't any big paradesC F For those that made it backAm Em They flew them in at midnightF G And unloaded all the sacksAm Em And the living were left walking downF G A long and lonely roadC Em Because nobody seemed to care back thenF G C When a soldier made it homeC Em The night is coming quicklyF G C And the stars are on their wayAm Em As I stare into the eveningF G Looking for the words to sayAm Em That I saw the lonely soldierF G Just a boy that's far from homeC Em And I saw that I was just like himF G While upon this earth I roamF Am F And there may not be any big paradesC F If I ever make it backAm Em As I come home under coverF G Through a world that can't keep trackAm Em Of the heroes who have fallenF G Let alone the ones who won'tC Em Which is why nobody seems to careF G C When a soldier makes it home