Armed Forces Tribute

         D             A D       
From the halls of Montezuma to 
    A      A7   D
whats left of Tripoli
                            A   D 
We will fight our country's 
         A       A7       D
battles in the air, on land and sea
         G                   D
First to fight for right and freedom
       G              D
And to keep our honor clean
                A        D        
We are proud to bear the title of 
A      A7       D
United States Marines

N.C.
Semper Fi


And now those Air Force pukes:
G         D        G
Off we go into the wild blue Yonder
C   N.C.
Lost again, son of a bitch!


And now the Airborne, first the men 
who fly the airplanes, the pilots:
    G                              
The pilot tried to loop-the-loop at
 G7        G7/B
 zero-zero feet
    G                              
The pilot tried to loop-the-loop at
 G         D7
 zero-zero feet
    G              G7             
The pilot tried to loop-the-loop 
  B7        Em
at zero-zero feet
   Am          D4  D  G
He ain't gonna fly no more!

G                   G7            
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way 
 G7/B   C      C7          G    
to die! Gory, gory, what a hell 
          G7
of a way to die.
G      G7/F         B7/D#       
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way
    Em       Am          D4  
 to die,  He ain't gonna fly no 
D   G
more!

N.C.
And now the men and women who jump 
from those airplanes, Paratroopers, 
Rangers, Green Berets.
Jumping from perfectly good 
airplanes with not a thing wrong 
with them.  And they say Marines 
were dumb?
          G                     
There was blood upon the risers, 
            G7              G7/B
there were brains upon the chute,
   C                               
Intestines were a-dangling from his
 G            D7
 paratrooper suit,
    G                G7           
He was a mess, they picked him up,
     B7                  Em
 and poured him from his boots,
       Am          D4  D   G
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

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G                   G7            
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way 
 G7/B   C      C7          G    
to die! Gory, gory, what a hell 
          G7
of a way to die.
G      G7/F         B7/D#       
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way
    Em       Am          D4   D  
 to die,  He ain't gonna jump no 
 G
more!


The Army.  Artillery:
       C
Was it high, was it low, where the 
hell did that one go?
        G           G7      C
And the caissons go rolling along


The Coast Guard:
C              F      C
I'm Popeye the sailor man
    F                 C
I'm Popeye the sailor man
  F
I fights to the finich
     C
'Cos I eats me spinach
    G                 C
I'm Popeye the sailor man


The Navy:
C            Am             C    
Let's go get laid, my boys, let's
 G      Am
 go get laid...


Nope, something a bit more dignified
 for the Navy.  That's accurate, but
 something more dignified

Em
What shall we do with a drunken 
sailor
D
What shall we do with a drunken 
sailor
Em
What shall we do with a drunken 
sailor
G     D      Em
Early in the morning
Em                         D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho 
and up she rises
Em                         G     
Heave-ho and up she rises, early 
D      Em
in the morning
Em                                
Shave his belly with a rusty 
  D
razor, shave his belly with a rusty 
razor
Em                                
Shave his belly with a rusty 
  G     D      Em
razor, early in the morning
Em                         D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho 
and up she rises
Em                         G     
Heave-ho and up she rises, early 
D      Em
in the morning
Em
Put him in the bilge and make him 
drink it
D
Put him in the bilge and make him 
drink it
Em
Put him in the bilge and make him 
drink it
G     D      Em
Early in the morning
Em                         D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho 
and up she rises
Em                         G     
Heave-ho and up she rises, early 
D      Em
in the morning
Em
Well make him skipper of the Exxon 
Valdez
D
Make him a skipper of the Exxon 
Valdez
Em
Make him a skipper of the Exxon 
Valdez
G     D      Em
Early in the morning
Em                         D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho 
and up she rises
Em                         G     
Heave-ho and up she rises, early 
D      Em
in the morning
Em
We'll lock him in a room full of 
bagpipe music
D
Lock him in a room full of bagpipe 
music
Em
Lock him in a room full of bagpipe 
music
G     D      Em
Early in the morning
Em                         D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho 
and up she rises
Em                         G     
Heave-ho and up she rises, early 
D      Em
in the morning
Em                         D
Heave-ho and up she rises, heave-ho 
and up she rises
Em                         G     
Heave-ho and up she rises, early 
D      Em
in the morning