Round Eye Blues

  E
Last night I closed my eyes and 
watched the tracers fly,
 C#m
through the jungle trees
        A
like fireflies on a windy night
        B
pulled up and onward by the breeze

       E
and I can still here the far-off, 
tin canny sounds
           C#m
of their machine guns come unwound
           A
And I was shaking like Little 
Richard
           B
And I was sweating like ol’ James 
Brown

   E
Over by my window sill the moon was 
still
      C#m
on my cigarettes and wine
           A
sometimes there's where I pray to 
Jesus
          B
sometimes there's where I pray to 
die

 E
but I could still sense the circling
 danger
        C#m
of those invisible bastards of the 
piss-hot day
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          A
And I was shakin' with ol’ Proud 
Mary
          B
And I was sittin' on the Dock of the
 Bay

[Chorus]
      E
Take the hits boys take the hits
                 C#m
don't smoke your Bible and don't 
lose your wits
          A
'cause the sky is filled with 
shrapnel
          B
And your eyes are filled with tears
           E
Hold your breath boys, hold your 
breath
             C#m
finger your trigger and welcome 
death
             A
'cause the choppers' filled with 
your gut-shot friends
           B
and your hearts are filled with fear

[Verse]
   E
The fables tell of men who fell
      C#m
with swords dangling from their 
chests
            A
and the old guys down at the taproom
 swear
     B
the Japs could kill you best

    E
But late at night I could still hear
 the cries
            C#m
of three black guys I seen take it 
in the face
                   A
I think about them sweet Motown 
girls they left behind
          B
and the assholes that took their 
place

[Chorus]
      E
Take the hits boys take the hits
                 C#m
don't smoke your Bible and don't 
lose your wits
          A
'cause the sky is filled with 
shrapnel
          B
And your eyes are filled with tears
           E
Hold your breath boys, hold your 
breath
             C#m
finger your trigger and welcome 
death
             A
'cause the choppers' filled with 
your gutshot friends
           B
and your hearts are filled with fear