Bruce Springsteen - The wall

Cigare^Attes and a bottle of beer, this poem that I w^C#mrote for you This black ^Astone and these hard tears, they're all I've got l^C#meft now of you I re^F#mmember you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your ship out p^C#marty I've read ^F#mRobert McNamara, he says he's s^C#morry

Yeah, you and your ^Aboots and black t-shirt, oh, Billy you looked so bad ^C#m Yeah ^Ayou and your rock and roll band was the best thing this shit t^C#mown ever had

Now the ^F#mmen that put you here eat with their families in ^Arich dining halls ^C#m And ap^F#mology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wal^C#ml ^A

I'm ^Asorry that I missed you last year, I couldn't find no one ^C#mto drive me If your ^Aeyes could cut through that black stone, tell me would they recogniz^C#me me

For the ^F#mliving time it must be served, the da^Ay goes on^C#m Ciga^F#mrettes and a bottle of beer and skin on^A black stone ^C#m

On the groun^Ad dog tags and wreaths of flowers, with their ribbons as red as ^C#mthe blood Red as the b^Alood you spilled, in the Central Highland^C#ms mud Limousine^F#ms rush down Pennsylvania Avenue rustlin^Ag the leaves as they fall ^C#m A^F#mpology and forgiveness got no place he^Are at all, here at th^C#me wall ^{A E}