Tim O'Brien - Mick ryans lament

^CWell my name is Mic Ryan, I’m lyin’ here still ^CIn a lonely spot near where ^GI was killed By a ^Cred man defending his native land, In the ^Cplace that they ^Gcall the Little Big ^CHorn And I ^Cswear I did not see the irony when I ^Crode with the Seventh ^GCalvary I ^Cthought that we fought for the land of the free when we rode from Fort Lin^Gcoln that mor^Cning

^CAnd the band they played the Garryowen, ^FBrass was shining, flags a flowin’ I ^Cswear if ^EmI had ^Amonly k^Cnown I’d have ^Cwished that I’d ^Gdied back in Vic^Cksburg

For my ^Cbrother and me, we had barely escaped, from the ^CHell that was Ireland in ^G‘48 Two ^Cangry young lads who had learned how to hate But we loved the ^Gidea of Ameri^Ckay And we ^Ccursed our cousins who fought and bled in their bloody coats of ^Gbloody red The ^Csun never sets on the bloody dead of those who have ^Gchosen an emp^Cire

But we’d ^Cfind a better life somehow in the ^Fland where no man has to bow It ^Cseemed right ^Emthen and it ^Amseems right ^Cnow that ^CPaddy he d^Gied for the ^Cunion

Ah, but ^CMichael he somehow got turned around He had ^Cstolen the dream that he ^Gthought he’d found. Now I ^Cnever will see that holy ground For I ^Cturned into s^Gomething I ha^Cted

And I’m ^Chaunted by the Garryowen, ^FDrums a beatin, bugles blowin’ I ^Cswear if ^EmI had ^Amonly ^Cknown, I’d ^Clie with my ^Gbrother in Vick^Csburg And the ^Cband they played the Garryowen, ^FBrass was shinin’ flags a flowin’ I ^Cswear if ^EmI had ^Amonly k^Cnown, I’d ^Clie with my ^Gbrother in Vicks^Cburg