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INTRO: Bb Eb Cm F Bb Eb - F Bb Eb Cm F Bb Eb F Bb
We've Gmpaid in hell since Moscow burned As Bbcossacks tear us piece by piece Our Fdead are strewn a hundred leagues Though Ebdeath would be a sweet release And our Gmgrande armee is dressed in rags A Bbfrozen starving beggar band Like Frats we steal each others scraps EbFall to fighting Fhand to hand - Bb
EbSave my soul from evil Lord and Bbheal this soldiers Gmheart I'll Bbtrust in thee to Cmkeep me Lord, I'm Ebdone with Bonaparte
What dreams he made for us to dream Spanish skies, Egyptian sands The world was ours, we marched upon Our little Corporal's command And I lost an eye at Austerlitz The sabre slash yet gives me pain My one true love awaits me still The flower of the Aquitaine Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte I pray for her who prays for me A safe return to my belle France We prayed these wars would end all wars In war we know is no romance And I pray our child will never see A little Corporal again Point toward a foreign shore Captivate the hearts of men Save my soul from evil, Lord And heal this soldier's heart I'll trust in thee to keep me, Lord I'm done with Bonaparte