Mark Knopfler - Done with bonaparte

We've p^Emaid in hell since Moscow burned As C^Gossacks tear us piece by piece Our d^Dead are strewn a hundred leagues Though d^Ceath would be a sweet release And our gr^Emande armee is dressed in rags A fr^Gozen starving beggar band Like r^Dats we steal each other's scraps F^Call to fighting h^Dand to hand ^{D G}

S^Cave my soul from evil, Lord And h^Geal this soldier's h^Emeart I'll tr^Gust in thee to k^Ameep me, Lord I'm d^Cone with Bon^Gaparte ^{C Am D}

What d^Emreams he made for us to dream Spani^Gsh skies, Egyptian sands The wor^Dld was ours, we marched upon Our li^Cttle Corporal's command And I ^Emlost an eye at Austerlitz The s^Gabre slash yet gives me pain My o^Dne true love awaits me still ^CThe flower of th^De aquitaine ^{D G}

S^Cave my soul from evil, Lord And h^Geal this soldier's h^Emeart I'll tr^Gust in thee to k^Ameep me, Lord I'm d^Cone with Bon^Gaparte ^{C Am D}

I p^Emray for her who prays for me A s^Gafe return to my belle France We pra^Dyed these wars would end all wars In w^Car we know is no romance And I p^Emray our child will never see A li^Gttle Corporal again P^Doint toward a foreign shore ^CCaptivate the he^Darts of men ^{D G}

S^Cave my soul from evil, Lord And h^Geal this soldier's h^Emeart I'll tr^Gust in thee to k^Ameep me, Lord I'm d^Cone with Bon^Gaparte ^{C Am D}