Misc Traditional – I Wanted Wings (Guitar)
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[Verse 1]
G C G I wanted wings 'til I got the God Damn things D7 Am G I don't want them any more G C G They taught me how to fly, then they sent me off to die D7 Am D7 I've had a belly full of war G D7 You can save your zeros, for your god damn heros C D7 Distiguiished Flying Crosses do not compensate for losses, Buster G C G I wanted wings 'til I got the god damn things D7 Am I don't want them anymore
[Verse 2]
G C G I'll take the dames while the rest go down in flames D7 Am G I got no desire to be burned G C G Aircombat spells romance but it make me wet my pants D7 Am D7 I'm no a fighter I have learned G D7 You can save those Mitsubishis, for those other sons-of-bitches C D7 Cause I'd rather lay a woman, then get shot down in a Gruman, Buster G C G I wanted wings 'til I got the god damn things D7 Am I don't want them anymore
[Verse 3]
G C G I don't care to tour over Berlin of the Ruhr D7 Am G Flak makes me want to park my lunch G C G For me there's no Hay Hay when they holler bombs away D7 Am D7 I'd rather be home with the bunch G D7 For there's one thing you can't laugh off, That's when they shot your ass off C D7 I'd rather come home buster with my ass on than a cluster, buster G C G I wanted wings 'til I got the god damn things D7 Am I don't want them anymore
[Verse 4]
G C G Now, I'm to young to die in a damned old PBY D7 Am G That's for the eager not for me G C G I don't trust my luck to be picked up by a Duck D7 Am D7 After I've crashed into the sea G D7 For I'd rather be a bellhop, than a flyer on a Flattop C D7 With my hands around a bottle, not a god damn throttle, buster G C G I wanted wings 'til I got the god damn things D7 Am I don't want them anymore
[Verse 5]
G C G They feed us losy chow, but we stay alive somehow D7 Am G On Dehydrated eggs and milk and stew G C G the rumor has it next they'll be dehydrating sex D7 Am D7 That's the day I tell the coach I'm through G D7 I've managed all the dangers, the shooting back at strangers C D7 But when I get home, I want my woman, buster G C G I wanted wings 'til I got the god damn things D7 Am I don't want them anymore
[Verse 6]
G C G The day we bombed Metz I ran out of cigarettes D7 Am G I always smoke one just for luck G C G They make them by the ton, but I haven't got a one D7 Am D7 Oh what I'd give to have a butt G D7 The home front may be pitching, But I'll still do my bitching C D7 Til I find a real sharp cookie, who can mass produce some nookie, buster G C G I wanted wings 'til I got the god damn things D7 Am I don't want them anymore