Corb Lund – Student Visas (Guitar)

    Em
They took away our dogtags, they had us grow our hair

Em
They gave us student visas when we were over there

      Am
They staged us out of Hondo, al Este del Salvador

      Em
And I guess you'd call us Contras but no one calls much no more

      D                                                    Em
There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more

Em
Well my great great rode at Shiloh and Grandpa drove a tank

Em
Daddy was air cavalry, flew choppers in Da Nang

  Am
I worked mostly clandestine, the branch I should not say

   Em
We played with better guns and I could use the extra pay

   Am
Did Reagan give the order? Did cocaine pay the bill?

          Em
Well they said we's fightin' communists but it was kinda hard to tell

      D                                                    Em
There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more

Fm
This was before Black Hawks and RPGs were king

Fm
My buddy on the door gun, well he never felt a thing

         Bbm
When our Huey caught a rocket and both the pilots killed

       Fm
And it pitched us over sideways on some Nicaraguan hill

   Bbm
My back felt like it's broken, my legs I could not feel

      Fm
But I kept on shooting communists but it was kind of hard to tell

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There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I ain't gonna do no more

Fm
Well I never did heal up right from injuries sustained

Fm
Officially in Germany, officially while we trained

    Bbm
I remember all their faces, I dream about them still

      Fm
And I guess we's fightin' communists but it was kinda hard to tell

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There ain't no fun in killin' folk, and I don't wanna do no more

F#m
Well I still speak the cold logistic that warriors speak so well

F#m
Foxtrot tango whiskey, and I'll see you in hell

   Bm
A soldierly bravado, an unspeakable guilt

    F#m
That village, it was communist, but it was kinda hard to tell

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There ain't no fun in killin' folk and I don't wanna do no more

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Yeah believe me, I've done plenty boys, and I ain't gonna do no more

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'Course if they back me in a corner they'll be dead before they hit the floor