CAmFC
The pilots playing poker in the cockpit of the plane,
AmFDm
the casualties arriving like the dropping of the rain.
CAmFG
And a mountain of machinery will fall before a man,
CFGC
when you're white boots marching in a yellow land
CAmFC
It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn,
AmFDm
it's written in the empty beds of fathers unreturned.
CAmFG
And the chocolate in the children’s eyes will never understand,
CFGC
when you're white boots marching in a yellow land.
Am
Red blow the bugles of the dawn,
G
the morning has arrived, you must be gone.
FG
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls,
CBb - C
like old whores following tired armies.
CAmFC
Train them well, the men who will be fighting by your side,
AmFDm
and never turn your back, if the battle turns the tide,
CAmFG
for the colours of a civil war are louder than commands,
CFGC
when you're white boots marching in a yellow land.
CAmFC
Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight,
AmFDm
tie their hands behind their backs, and question through the night.
CAmFG
But when the firing squad is ready, they'll be spitting where they stand,
CFGC
at the white boots marching in a yellow land.
Am
Red blow the bugles of the dawn,
G
the morning has arrived, you must be gone.
FG
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls,
CBb - C
like old whores following tired armies.
CAmFC
The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage,
AmFDm
raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage.
CAmFG
Oh, we're fighting in a war we lost before the war began,
CFGC
we're the white boots marching in a yellow land.
Am
Red blow the bugles of the dawn,
G
the morning has arrived you must be gone.
FG
And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls,
CBb - C
like old whores following tired armies.