Misc Your Songs - Ed hobson - sweet lips

^DThat sweet new ^CEngland breeze ^GTouched your hair and made my knees weak ^CI recall that ^Dsnowfall brought me ^Emwarmth ^DI was just ^Ca poor farmer ^GAnd you were the reverends daughter ^CBut eyes me^Cadd9t eyes and ^Dnature ran its c^Emourse

^DI'm just a h^Cumble man ^GIve barely been ten miles off my land ^CWhat do the sons think ^DI would know of w^Emar ^DBut I'll join the mi^Clitia men ^GTo fight for general Washington ^CThough I've ^Cadd9never seen a ^Dbayonet befor^Eme

^DMy princess, m^Cy sweet lips ^DIs this how it must ^Ambe? ^CThat some must die so ot^Dhers may live f^Emree? ^CThat some must die so ot^Dhers may live fr^Emee ^E

^DAt valley forge we f^Croze our toes off ^GAft Benedict held Saratoga ^CIf I survive I'll n^Do more cry for c^Emold ^DI wonder if I ^Cever will grow ^Gold ^CMy sweet^Cadd9 lips will^D I ever grow^Em old?

^DDearest El^Cizabeth, ^GCan you imagine death? ^CThe things I've seen are ^Detched into my e^Emyes ^DAnd have you e^Cver feared to d^Gie? ^CMy sw^Cadd9eet lips have you ^Dever feared to d^Emie?

^DMy princess, m^Cy sweet lips ^DIs this how it must ^Ambe? ^CThat some must die so ot^Dhers may live f^Emree? ^CThat some must die so ot^Dhers may live fr^Emee ^E

^DI was standing a^Ct my post ^GWhen the captain spied a blood red coat ^CAnd said Johnny won’t you s^Dhoot that bastard d^Emown ^DI prayed to the ^CHoly Ghost ^GAnd squeezed my musket close Said ^Csweet^Cadd9 lips dont you ^Dfail me n^Emow

^DMy princess, m^Cy sweet lips ^DIs this how it must ^Ambe? ^CThat some must die so ot^Dhers may live f^Emree? ^CThat some must die so ot^Dhers may live fr^Emee

^DMy princess, m^Cy sweet lips ^BbMy love dont cry for ^Cme ^DI die so that our daught^Cer may live fre^Ame ^CNow I must die so that o^Dur daughter may live ^Emfree ^E

^DSweet little A^Cbigail ^GFetch your pa the water pail The ^Chours grown late, and it's t^Dime for me to ^Grest