Don McLean - 1967

In ^CNineteen Sixty Seve^C6n the draft c^Dmaught up ^Gwith me, ^Dmme and my p^Emal Joe went off^C to war. ^F We ^Cmight find hero's h^C6eaven, but we^Dm'd keep t^Ghe country free. ^DmWe would su^Emrely win just l^Cike befor^Ge.

^FRoy Rogers he ^Gwas on his horse, ^Cand Buck Jones^Am drew his gun. ^DmWe would sure^Gly win of course wh^Amen the battle w^Gas all done.

Nin^Ceteen Sixty Seven I^C6 came back al^Dmone, ^G Dm Em C Cmaj7/9 they brought Joe back in plastic on the plane. Nin^Ceteen Sixty Seven s^C6eems so long ^Dmago, ^{G Dm}but I can't^Em forget my frie^Cnd or eas^Ge my pain.

^FHis family may^G forget him, hi^Cs children may^Am regret him, ^Dmhis wife may ^Gfind anoth^Amer and go on. ^{G F}His picture ma^Gy grow faded an^Cd the world he^Am knew gone jaded Dm G Am Caug7/9 G F but as long as I shall live I surely know, ^GI never will ^Cforget my^Fm buddy Joe.

In ^CNineteen Sixty Seve^C6n, the war wa^Dms raging ^Gon, Dm Em C Cmaj7/9 our country was divided and reborn. Tho^Cugh I was back at h^C6ome, I had ne^Dmver left ^GSaigon, ^Dm'cause all ^EmI got was ridic^Cule and s^Gcorn.

^FThis was no pl^Gace for hero's now, th^Cey all seemed ^Amto resent me, ^DmThey said "Wh^Gy did you ever go?" ^AmI said "Because^G they sent me."

Nin^Ceteen Sixty Seven t^C6hey buried my^Dm friend J^Goe, Dm Em C Cmaj7/9 and I was flashing back while people wept. I t^Chought of how he sa^C6ved us and I ^Dmwatched t^Ghe land-mine blow, ^Dmand I looke^Emd down at his d^Cog-tag th^Gat I kept.

^FYou'll always ^Gbe a young man,^C you always wi^Amll be smiling, ^Dmyou always wi^Gll be conf^Amident and true.^{G F}Your picture m^Gay grow faded a^Cnd the world y^Amou knew gone jaded, Dm G Am Caug7/9 G F but as long as I shall live I surely know, ^GI never will ^Cforget my ^Fmbuddy Joe.

^FLong as I shal^Cl live I surely k^Dmnow, ^FI never will forget you buddy^G Joe.