A E Now the Captain called me to his bedD A He fumbled for my handD A Take these silver bars, he saidE A I'm giving you command.A A7 Command of what, there's no one hereD A There's only you and meE All the rest are dead or in retreatD A Or with the enemy.A E Complain, complain, that's all you've doneD A Ever since we lostD A If it's not the CrucifixionE A Then it's the Holocaust.A A7 May Christ have mercy on your soulD A For making such a jokeE Amid these hearts that burn like coalD A And the flesh that rose like smoke.A E I know that you have suffered, ladD A But suffer this awhileD A Whatever makes a soldier sadE A Will make a killer smile.A A7 I'm leaving, Captain, I've got to goD A There's blood upon your handE But tell me, Captain, if you knowD A Of a decent place to stand.A E There is no decent place to standD A In a massacreD A But if a woman take your handE A Then go and stand with her.A A7 I left a wife in TennesseeD A And a baby in SaigonE I risked my life but not to hearD A Some country-western song.A E Ah, but if you cannot raise your loveD A To a very high degreeD A Then you're just the man I've been thinking ofE A So come and stand with me.A A7 Your standing days are done, I cried,D A You'll rally me no moreE I don't even know what sideD A We fought on, or what for.A E I'm on the side that's always lostD A Against the side of HeavenD A I'm on the side of Snake-eyes tossedE A Against the side of SevenA A7 And I've read the Bill of Human RightsD A And some of it was trueE But there wasn't any burden leftD A So I'm laying it on you.A E Now the Captain he was dyingD A But the Captain wasn't hurtD A The silver bars were in my handE A I pinned them to my shirt
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