Corb Lund Band - Student Visas chords

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

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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

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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|--------------------|