Tuning: E A D G B E

[Intro] A D G A Bm G D A [Verse 1]

^A They f^Dought and some d^Bmied for their h^Gome l^Aand They f^Dought and some d^Bmied now it’s o^Gur l^Aand Look at h^Gis little c^Bmhild, there’s no f^Gear in her ^DC eyes Could he n^Bmot show r^Despect for ^GF other dads who have ^AG died

[Chorus 1]

Take two m^Dinutes, would you m^Bmind? It’s a p^Gittance of t^Aime For the b^Doys and the g^Bmirls who w^Gent o^Aver In p^Deace may they r^Bmest, may we n^Gever forg^Aet: Why they d^Bmied; I^Gt’s a pittance of t^Aime

[Verse 2]

G^Aod forg^Dive me for w^Bmanting to s^Gtrike h^Aim Give me s^Dtrength so as n^Bmot to be l^Gike h^Aim My heart p^Gounds in my b^Dreast, fingers p^Gressed to my l^Bmips My throat w^Dants to bawl o^Bmut, my tongue b^Garely r^Aesists

[Chorus 2]

But two m^Dinutes I will b^Bmide, it’s a p^Gittance of t^Aime For the b^Doys and the g^Bmirls who w^Gent o^Aver In p^Deace may they r^Bmest, may we n^Gever forg^Aet why they d^Died... i^Gt’s a pittance of t^Aime

[Interlude] A D G A Bm G D A [Verse 3]

Read the l^Detters and p^Bmoems of the h^Geroes at h^Aome They have c^Dasualties, b^Bmattles, and f^Gears of their o^Awn There’s a p^Grice to be p^Daid if you g^Bmo, if you s^Atay Freedom’s ^BmAm fought for and w^Don in n^Gumerous w^Aays

[Chorus 3]

Take two m^Dinutes, would you m^Bmind? It’s a p^Gittance of t^Aime For the b^Doys and the g^Bmirls all o^Gver ^A May we n^Dever f^Bmorget our y^Goung become v^Aets At the ^BmAm end of the l^Dine; i^Gt’s a pittance of t^Aime

[Verse 4]

It takes c^Dourage to f^Bmight in your o^Gwn w^Aar It takes c^Dourage to f^Bmight someone e^Glse’s w^Aar Our p^Geacekeepers t^Bmell of their o^Gwn living h^Bmell They bring h^Dope to foreign l^Bmands that the hate m^Gongers can’t k^Aill

[Chorus 4]

Take two m^Dinutes, would you m^Bmind? It’s a p^Gittance of t^Aime For the b^Doys and the g^Bmirls who go o^Gver ^A In p^Geace time our b^Dest still d^Gon battle d^Bmress And lay their l^Dives on the l^Bmine... i^Gt’s a pittance of t^Aime

[Outro] Slows down to 55bpm

In p^Deace may they r^Bmest…. l^Aest we forg^Bmet why they d^Died T^Gake a pittance ^Aof time

Terry Kelly - A pittance of time