The Rifles - The general

^AmWhen he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane And leave you lying with a hunger for some novocaine ^EmHit the switch on the lights in a heartbeat

^AmBut all the talent and the money's only gonna breed Every Queen every King you're ever gonna need ^EmAnd they'll be nothing of the man and the legacy ^DBy the time that they get through

^CEvery time you close your eyes you see your ^Emmemory 'Boy you dream a lot' Cause you're ^Creally not that man you used to be^{G F}

^AmWhen he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane ^EmBut now he stands out like a puddle in the pouring rain ^AmTrying hard to chase an ever-fading memory ^EmBefore the days of grace are never gonna be ^AmSo gather round and buy a ticket for the funeral ^EmBring your camera and flowers for the general ^AmSit around and reminise about the glory ^Ddays

^CEvery time you close your eyes you see your ^Emmemory 'Boy you dream a lot' Cause you're ^Creally not that man you used to be^{G F C}Every time you close your eyes you see your ^Emmemory

Cause you're ^Creally not that man that people see ^{G F} [Outro] C Em C G F