Big & Rich – 8Th Of November (Ukulele)

A
Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota

G                              C
to fight fot the red white and blue

A
He was nineteen in green with a new M-1

G                         C
Just doing what he had to do

A
He was dropped in the jungle where the choppers would rumble

G                               C
With the smell of napalm in the air

A
And the seargent said

G           C
Look up ahead

A
Like a dark evil cloud twelve hundred came down

G                      C
On him and twenty-nine more

A
They fought for their lives but most of them died

G            C
In the 173rd airborne

A
On the 8th of November the angels were crying

G                            C
As they carried his brothers away

A
With the fire raining down and the hell all around

G                                     C
There were few men left standing that day

A
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky

G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five

           A        G      C
the th of November

A
Now he's fifty-eight and his pony tail's gray

G                                 C
But the battle still plays in his head

A
He limps when he walks but he's strong when he talks

G                                    C
About the shrapnell they left in his leg

A
He puts on a suit over his airborne tatoo

G                        C
He ties it on one time a year

A
He remembers the fallen as he orders a tall one

G                             C
And swallows it down with his tears

A
On the th of November the angels were crying

G                            C
As they carried his brothers away

A
With the fire raining down and the hell all around

G                                     C
There were few men left standing that day

A
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky

G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five

           A        G      C
the th of November

A
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky

G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five

A
On the eighth of november the angels were crying

G                            C
As they carried his brothers away

A
With the fire raining down and the hell all around

G                                     C
There were few men left standing that day

A
On the eighth of november the angels were crying

G                            C
As they carried his brothers away

A
With the fire raining down and the hell all around

G                                     C
There were few men left standing that day

A
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky

G              C
Nineteen-sixty-five

           A        G      C
the th of November

A
Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota

G                              C
to fight fot the red white and blue

A
He was nineteen in green with a new M-1

G                         C
Just doing what he had to do