Christy Moore – Hey Sandy (Guitar)

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The sun was hot and the air was heavy and the marching men came by

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You stood at the door and you watched them pass you asked the reason why

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The sound of steel on their jackboot heel came pounding through your head

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Your reason is past, they've come at last, with the blessings of the dead.

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Hey Sandy, hey Sandy why are you the one?

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All the years of growing up are wasted now and gone.

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Did you see them turn did you feel the burn of the bullets as they flew?

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Hey Sandy, hey Sandy just what did you do?