Guy Clark - Soldiers joy 1864

^AmNow first I thought a ^Dmsnake had got me It ^Amhappened dreadful q^E7uick T^Am'was a bullet b^Dmit my leg, r^Amight off ^E7I got s^Amick I^Am came to in a ^Dmwagon load of ^Amten more wounded ^E7men F^Amive was dead ^Dmby the time we ^Amreached that ^E7bloody ^Amtent

G^Cive me some of that S^Foldier's Joy Y^Cou know what I ^G7mean I^C don't want to ^Fhurt no more, my l^Ceg is ^Gsus/Bturning g^Amreen

^AmThe the doctor came and looked at ^Dmme And t^Amhis is what he s^E7aid Y^Amour dancing days are d^Dmone, son It's a g^Amood thing y^E7ou ain't d^Amead T^Amhen he went to work with a c^Dmarving knife S^Amweat fell from his b^E7row 'Bo^Amut killed me trying to s^Dmave my life When ^Amhe cut that l^E7ead ball o^Amut

G^Cimme some of that S^Foldier's Joy A^Cin't you got no m^G7ore H^Cand me down my w^Falking cane I ain't cut o^Gsus/But for w^Amar

R^Amed blood run right t^Dmhrough my veins, ^Am run all over^E7 the floor Run all over the floor ^AmRun right down his a^Dmpron strings And it run right down his apron strings Like a r^Amiver o^E7ut the d^Amoor ^AmHe handed me a b^Dmottle, said Son d^Amrink deep as you c^E7an H^Ame turned away and he ^Dmturned right back With a h^Amacksaw in^E7 his h^Amand

G^Cimme some of that S^Foldier's Joy, y^Cou know what I l^G7ike B^Cear down on t^Fhat fiddle boys j^Cust like S^Gsus/Baturday n^Amight G^Cimme some of that S^Foldier's Joy, ^Cyou know what I c^G7rave I^C'll be hitting that S^Foldier's Joy t^Cill I'm in^Gsus/B my gra^Amve t^Cill I'm in^Gsus/B my gra^Amve.....