Student Visas - Corb Lund Band
capo first fret .
Em
they took away our dogtags , they had us grow our hair
they gave us student visas when we were over there
Am
they staged us out of hondo al este del salvador
Em
i guess you’d call us contras but no one calls much no more
D Em
there ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and i don’t wanna do no more
Em
my great great rode at shiloh and grandpa drove a tank
Daddy was air cavalry , flew choppers in the nam {da nang}
Am
i worked mostly clandestine , the branch i should not say {cia}
Em
we played with better guns and i could use the extra pay
Am
did reagan give the order? did cocaine pay the bill?
Em
they said we’s fightin’ communists but it was kinda hard to tell
D Em
there ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and i don’t wanna do no more
continue the chord progression
( tab 1 up )
this was before blackhawks and rpgs were king
my buddy on the door gun , he never felt a thing
when our huey caught a rocket and both the pilots killed
and it pitched us over sideways on some nicaraguan hill
my back felt like it’s broken , my legs i could not feel
i kept on shooting communists but it was kind of hard to tell
there ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and i ain’t gonna do no more
i never did heal up right from injuries sustained
officially in germany , officially while we trained
i remember all their faces , i dream about them still
i guess we’s fightin’ communists but it was kinda hard to tell
there ain’t no fun in killin’ folk , and i don’t wanna do no more
i speak the cold logistic that warriors speak so well
foxtrot tango whiskey alpha golf tango hotel
a soldierly bravado , an unspeakable guilt
that village , it was communist but it was kinda hard to tell
D Em
there ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and i don’t wanna do no more
D Em
believe me , i’ve done plenty boys and i ain’t gonna do no more
D
but of course if they back me in the corner they’ll be dead before they hit
Em
the floor
Em riff D riff
E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - E | - - - - - - 2 - - - - - 2 - - - - - - |
B | - - - - - - 0 - - - - - 0 - - - - - - - B | - - - - - - - - 1 - - - - - - - - - - |
G | - - - - - - - - 0 - - - - - - - - - - - G | - - - 2 - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - |
D | - - - 2 - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - - D | 0 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
A | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
E | 0 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
Am riff
E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
B | - - - - - - 1 - - - - - 1 - - - - - - - |
G | - - - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - - - - |
D | - - - 2 - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - - |
A | 0 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
Em
they took away our dogtags , they had us grow our hair
they gave us student visas when we were over there
Am
they staged us out of hondo al este del salvador
Em
i guess you’d call us contras but no one calls much no more
D Em
there ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and i don’t wanna do no more
Em
my great great rode at shiloh and grandpa drove a tank
Daddy was air cavalry , flew choppers in the nam {da nang}
Am
i worked mostly clandestine , the branch i should not say {cia}
Em
we played with better guns and i could use the extra pay
Am
did reagan give the order? did cocaine pay the bill?
Em
they said we’s fightin’ communists but it was kinda hard to tell
D Em
there ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and i don’t wanna do no more
continue the chord progression
( tab 1 up )
this was before blackhawks and rpgs were king
my buddy on the door gun , he never felt a thing
when our huey caught a rocket and both the pilots killed
and it pitched us over sideways on some nicaraguan hill
my back felt like it’s broken , my legs i could not feel
i kept on shooting communists but it was kind of hard to tell
there ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and i ain’t gonna do no more
i never did heal up right from injuries sustained
officially in germany , officially while we trained
i remember all their faces , i dream about them still
i guess we’s fightin’ communists but it was kinda hard to tell
there ain’t no fun in killin’ folk , and i don’t wanna do no more
i speak the cold logistic that warriors speak so well
foxtrot tango whiskey alpha golf tango hotel
a soldierly bravado , an unspeakable guilt
that village , it was communist but it was kinda hard to tell
D Em
there ain’t no fun in killin’ folk and i don’t wanna do no more
D Em
believe me , i’ve done plenty boys and i ain’t gonna do no more
D
but of course if they back me in the corner they’ll be dead before they hit
Em
the floor
Em riff D riff
E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - E | - - - - - - 2 - - - - - 2 - - - - - - |
B | - - - - - - 0 - - - - - 0 - - - - - - - B | - - - - - - - - 1 - - - - - - - - - - |
G | - - - - - - - - 0 - - - - - - - - - - - G | - - - 2 - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - |
D | - - - 2 - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - - D | 0 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
A | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
E | 0 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
Am riff
E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
B | - - - - - - 1 - - - - - 1 - - - - - - - |
G | - - - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - - - - |
D | - - - 2 - - - - - - 2 - - - - - - - - - |
A | 0 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |