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Tuning: E A D G B E
To My Dearest Wife - Lucero (tabbed with help of R. Easley) notes - G's are the British G adding the D at the third fret of the B string - * = a quick strum with all strings open when after a C chord. When after a G it is jsut a quick lifting on the E and A string one strum during the G chord - C2 = just a quick strum of just the A(3rd fret) and D (2nd fret)strings while moving your first two fingers from a G chord to C chord. - You will need listen to the song to get the timing of the strums [Intro] C * G * C * G * C * Em D G [Verse 1]
GWaiting on the sunrise, Cgiven up on sleep EmMy onlEm7y thoughts Emare with you all Amback home in CTenneGssee C2 G GThey're dug in on the hilltop, we got Ccover in the trees EmBetweeEm7n the two aEmn open field that Amlooks like Chell to Gme C2 G
[Chorus] Em C * G And to my dearest wife I write Em C * G Kiss our baby girls tonight Em C * G Tomorrow's battle will not wait
EmI don't see no Cother Gway C * G * C * G * C * Em D G
[Verse 2]
GI could see in the old house, Cnot too long ago EmEvery nEm7ight I slept by yoEmur side, hAmappy just bCeing hGome C2 G GI hear'em calling reveille, CI can see the sun EmIt breakEm7s my heart, we're kept aEmpart, Amstill fighting Cto be Gdone C2 G
[Chorus] Em C * G And to my dearest wife I write Em C * G Kiss our baby girls tonight Em C * G Tomorrow's battle will not wait
EmI don't see no Cother Gway [Bridge]
C * G C * G Mine eyes have seen the glory C * Em D C The glory of the coming of the Lord C * G C * G And he is trampling at the vintage C * Em D G The vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored C * G C * G C * Em D C C * G C * G C * Em D G [Verse 3]
GNow the sun is risen, you Cmean the world to me EmMy thoEm7ughts must turn to work Emat hand, Amfar from CTennesGsee C G GThey're dug in on the hilltop, we Cleave the cover of the trees EmWe'll Em7march across that open Emfield that Amlooks like Chell to Gme C G
[Final Chorus]
EmAnd to my dearest Cwife I Gwrite EmKiss our baby Cgirls toGnight EmTomorrow's battle Cwill not Gwait EmI don't see no Cother Gway EmThe bride of war wears Cblood and Gfire EmHand in hand Death Cwalks besGide her EmWe'll cross the field, lay Call toG waste EmI don't see no Cother Gway
EmAnd to my dearest Cwife I Gwrite EmKiss our baby Cgirls toGnight