Alec Benjamin – Hill I Will Die On (Guitar)

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Some have fought battles in fields full of cattle

    C
And some have waged war out at sea

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Some in militias and some with malicious intent

C
Some men just want to be

Em                       D
Free from oppression and so their aggression

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Is worn like a badge on their sleeve

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Some have fought battles from desks in Seattle

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And some have waged war on the street

      Em                      G
Guess this is the hill I will die on

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I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on

       Em                     G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on

    C
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill

        Em                      G
I guess this is the will I will write on

    C
The back of this bill with my pen as my quill

      Em                             G
And I hope you'll still love me when I'm gone

    C                                      Am          Em
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will—

G  C
Mm-na, mm-na-da-da

Em G  C
Mm-mm-na, mm-na-da-da

Em                         D
Some fight with rifles and some use the Bible

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And some use a shield and a knife

Em                       D
Some author libel which sometimes goes viral

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And ruins an innocent life

Em                    D
Leaves an impression, teaches no lesson

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And leads to regression and strife

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Some fight to stifle and some 'cause it's primal

    C
And some 'cause they're sure that they're right

      Em                      G
Guess this is the hill I will die on

  C
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on

       Em                     G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on

    C
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill

        Em                      G
I guess this is the will I will write on

    C
The back of this bill with my pen as my quill

      Em                             G
And I hope you'll still love me when I'm gone

    C                                      Am          Em
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on

G  C
Mm-na, mm-na-da-da

Em G  C
Mm-mm-na, mm-na-na-na

Em
Die on

G  C
Mm-na, mm-na-da-da

Em G  C
Mm-mm-na, mm-na-na-na

Em                         D
Some fight with rifles and some use the Bible

    C                               Em   G   C
And some use a shield and a knife

      Em                      G
Guess this is the hill I will die on

  C
I woke up this morning, put my suit and tie on

       Em                     G
Walked down to the bus that I ride on

    C
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill

        Em                      G
I guess this is the will I will write on

    C
The back of this bill with my pen as my quill

      Em                             G
And I hope you'll still love me when I'm gone

    C                                      Am          Em
The air felt so still, I guess this is the hill I will die on

G  C
Mm-na, mm-na-da-da

Em G  C
Mm-mm-na, mm-na-na-na

Em
Die on

G  C
Mm-na, mm-na-da-da

Em G  C
Mm-mm-na, mm-na-na-na