The Waterboys - Red Army Blues
Harmonica:
7 6- 7 7- 6
7 7- 6- 7- 7 8 7- 6
RED ARMY BLUES
Intro: Am - Em - Am - Em - F - Em - F - Gsus-G 2x
Soft guitar sliding intro:
Am Em Am Em
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B|-13s-10s-13-|-12s8-------|-13s12s10s12s13s17-|-12s8------|
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F Em F G
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Saxofoon lick:
Am Em Am Em
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[ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/w/waterboys/105244.html ]
F Em F G
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Am
When I left my home and my family
F
my mother said to me
G
"Son, it's how many Germans you kill that counts
Em
It's how many people you set free"
Am
So I packed my bags and I brushed my cap
F
and I walked out into the world
G
Seventeen years old,
Em
never kissed a girl
I took the train to Voronezh
- that was as far as it would go
Exchanged my sacks for a uniform,
bit my lip against the snow
I prayed for Mother Russia
in the summer of '43
and as we drove the Germans back
I really believed God was listening to me
Then we howled into Berlin,
tore the smoking buildings down,
raised the Red Flag high,
burnt the Reichstag brown
I saw my first American
- he looked a lot like me
He had the same kind of farmer's face,
said he came from some place called Hazard, Tennessee
When the war was over
my discharge papers came
Me and twenty hundred others
went to Stettiner for the train
"Kiev!" said the Commissar
"from there your own way home"
But I never got to Kiev
We never came back home
The train went north to the taiga
We were stripped and marched in file
up the Great Siberian road
for miles and miles and miles and miles
Dressed in stripes and tatters
in a Gulag left to die
all because Comrade Stalin feared
that we'd become too westernized !
I used to love my country
I used to feel so young
I used to believe that life
was the best song ever sung
I would have died for my country
back in 1945
but now only one thing remains
- the brute will to survive
London April 1982
On "A Pagan Place" and "The Whole Of The Moon"
Tabbed by woutermoscou
