A D G D X 2A D AA D G D [Verse 1]A D G He was just a blue-eyed Boston boyD His voice was low with pain.A D G I'll do your bidding comrade mine,D If I ride back again.A D But if you ride back and I am leftA You'll do as much for me.A D G Mother you know, must hear the newsD So write to her tenderly. [Break]A D G DA D G She's waiting at home like a patient saintD Her fond face pale with woe.A D G Her heart will be broken when I am goneD I'll see her soon, I knowA D Just then the order came to chargeA For an instant hand touched handA D G They said "Aye" and away they rodeD That brave and devoted band. [Break]A D G D [Verse 3]A D G Straight was the track to the top of the hillD The rebels they shot and shelled.A D G Plowed furrows of death through the toilling ranksD And guarded them as they fellA D There soon came a horrible dying yellA From heights that they could not gainA D G And those that doom and death had sparedD Rode slowly back again. [Break]A D G D [Verse 4]A D G But among the dead that were left on the hillD Was the boy with the curly hairA D G The tall dark man that rode by his sideD Lay dead beside him thereA D There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girlA The words that her lover had saidA D G Momma, you know, awaits the newsD And she'll only know he's dead. [Outro]A D G D X 2A D AA D G D
Two Soldiers
Bob Dylan
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Composição: Jörgen Elofsson, Túlio Mourão, David Byrne e Brian Eno
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